Not Prince Hamlet

Bonduca and Diana,

Yes, according to Spin's logic (for lack of a better word), if I rarely saw cows (as rarely as bears saw me), it'd be ok if I killed it and ate it.

Jeff

Alonzo Fyfe

Do you have a reason for rejecting my first premise? Can you offer some sort of evidence for or demonstration of the flaw?

Or do you consider it sufficient to offer a decree without backing?

My argument stands unless and until a reasoned argument can be provided against it.

diana

"Food web"? That's even better. The Circle of Life (O-AY-o!....) is too linear in reality. It isn't that simple.

Let's say I'm bitten by a black widow spider and not being anywhere near Lourdes, I settle for seeing a doctor, only I get there too late. I die by virtue of the spider bite, although it's doubtful she'll make a meal off me. She eats bugs. All the same, I think it's fair to consider her my natural enemy.

So now, we have my cooling corpse which, in a brief period of time, becomes the "womb" of fly larvae. And possibly maggots.

I appear to gain weight for a few days, but then, POOF! I'm but a mere shadow of my former self. And the flies and maggots are born into my rotting flesh. They dine on what's left and gain strength, all thanks to the Widow (and my sacrifice, of course).

Pretty soon, your dog Spot comes along and rips my arm off. Although he's a terrier, this isn't difficult because my meat is pretty much pureed by the maggot action by now.

Spot doesn't know it's morally repugnant to dine on my limb, even though he personally had nothing to do with my demise, so he munches away happily, eventually waddling home with a packed belly, burying my ulna and humerous in the back yard, and perhaps bringing my index finger to you as a gift....

d

bonduca

spin has admitted to consuming eggs and milk. What happens to the chickens and cows who live in captivity when they become too old to produce? Seaside retirement condo?

diana

...Later, due to ingesting so much meat of questionable freshness, he has an accident on your carpet. You beat him with a rolled-up newspaper, knocking off a few fleas into your carpet, where they lie in wait until you walk by, then jump up and bite your ankle.

After they poke around a couple of times trying to find a decent vein, you pull them off and squish them between your fingernails. This is okay, of course, since you don't intend to eat them.

You clean up the doggie poop and toss it in the back yard, where it fertilizes your tomato plant, the fruit of which you subsequently chop up and eat on your salad.

Cannibal.

d

Not Prince Hamlet

Diana,

"Woman, for this, let all thy sins be forgiven!"

Jeff

diana

Thanks.

Guess I oughta get busy sinning then. What do you suggest? I haven't much of an imagination.

d

bonduca

You'll think better on a full stomach. Why not roast evil chicken?

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Not Prince Hamlet

May I suggest a nice cheesesteak?

Jeff

Viti

Hey guys, if there is no further discussion on the topic, please let's not add a few pages of one liners...I really want this thread to either die or stay somewhat sane.

Spin, I for one will not step in on individual off topic posts unless they are in blatant violation of the rules...heavy handed moderating is for other boards.

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