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hunter's JournalMost U.S. Americans can't be bothered enough with guns to own one.
An even greater number don't let anyone they'd care to shoot live in their heads.
This has severely limited the market for new guns.
I once worked for a private "student housing" slumlord.
It wasn't the worst job I ever had, but it was bad.
He had a property he only rented to women, on the theory that young women were less likely to do serious damage to this property.
Which was probably true. He'd bought it from a woman who told him so.
One Friday morning the water heater failed.
I could have replaced it myself, at some late Friday afternoon cost, but Mr. Slumlord decided it would be less trouble and less expense if he waited until Monday, and told me to go around and apologize.
I should have killed him then, dissolved his body in a vat full of lye, and flushed it down the toilet, but I was just over a bit of psychotic living in my car homelessness and didn't want lose the job.
Really, what's suffering cold showers for the weekend?
I don't have anything nice to say about factory farm meat.
But I'm not any kind of militant vegan. I've eaten a few ounces of fish this past week, and a bit of sausage.
I grew up eating fish my dad caught himself and other meat family members had killed themselves. That's why we had a freezer. My parent's freezer was full of meat, ten cent loaves of bread returned past grocery store shelf life, and government surplus cheese. Why else would anyone have a freezer?
I've killed and turned animals into dinner.
My great grandmas were all steely eyed women of the Wild West, like lions, the ones who did most of the hunting for their prides. Their husbands were dreamers fascinated by useless shit like radios or airplanes or religion or literature.
As a little kid I used to watch in wide eyed astonishment as my great grandmas cut up fish, birds, and small mammals I'd seen living for dinner, knives in their hands moving faster than I could follow.
It's just bizarre to me when the carnivore cult gets all excited about grocery store bacon.
As I write this the Inspector Jacques Clouseau of California pig hunting dogs is resting her head against my foot. Chaos follows this dog in her enthusiastic wake, which is probably how she ended up in the animal shelter from which she was adopted. She's the sort who could destroy a house chasing a mouse, or destroy a yard pursuing a gopher. God save us all when she smells a pig. She's the second dog like that we've had.
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I haven't gone hunting in the twenty first century. The world just seems too small for that now, too many people and not enough nature.
About half my family is vegan or vegetarian these days, including my wife. I've taken to keeping Beyond Meat in our freezer just in case I have to whip up something fast like spaghetti that everyone will eat. My primary food indulgence is olive oil, which easily wins out over any animal fats such as butter or lard.
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