I know you’ll never try to take the moral, ethical, environmental, nutritional, spiritual, or political high ground with any Vegetarian, Raw, Vegan or otherwise deluded people.
How do I know this?
Because that’s not what we meat eaters do, is it?
A bit like atheists, who don’t discriminate against political candidates from any particular belief system. Though you can’t imagine a Christian voting for a Muslim or an openly atheist gay candidate.
This is why many Americans are so fucking insincere.
They have to be, if often only for economic reasons, always thanking Jesus for everything from winning an election to bashing a man’s brains out in a boxing ring.
I often wonder how many dumb arse sprinters there are in the world, who actually believe they came second or last in the race because the winner prayed harder to god than they did?
I imagine it must be quiet a dilemma for an omnipotent supernatural being, deciding which of 8 runners will win, though if I had those powers, just occasionally at least, I’d have them all run the exact same time, to the nanosecond, just to fuck with Rolex and the medal ceremonies.
Yay, I would be a mischievous Lord for sure.
Atheists, much like omnivores, are so much easier to get along with.
Not so much for their ‘live and let live’ mindset, but more from the fact that there never seeking to take the high ground, judge or convert anyone over to any dogmatic, unproven, faith-based, pseudoscientific, urban myth bullshit.
I always advise you to never be aggressive with, nor instigate a situation with any of this mob. Leave that to them, and always stay one step behind them as the ‘debate’ temperature escalates. And it will.
Hey, ‘you’re in it to win it’, aren’t you?
Otherwise just let these self-righteous leaf eaters shit all over you, and feel your blood boiling for the next hour, as you try to enjoy your liver and bacon.
You’re a meat eater after all, and taking a slap off a veggie is gonna piss you off for days, maybe longer.
Meanwhile, they’ll drive home smelling their own farts and singing kumbaya.
So if you’re a bit on the soft side yourself, I’d advise immediate withdrawal, or simply request that there be no discussion of such matters, especially at the dinner table, or you’re leaving.
They’ll still take this as a victory, of course, such are their puny mind-sets.
But if you do engage vegetarians, then it’s time to ‘shit or get off the pot’.
You can’t be a little bit pregnant with these people, or a little bit wet when swimming with them, and when I was taught to fight, it was with the attitude that, ‘you're not going to touch me, and I’m going to knock you out’.
I’m not going to give you a little dig and see how you respond; I’m going to throw the same shot at a marathon runner, as I would at Mike Tyson.
Forget the bullshit about metering it out, or putting skinny fuckers in arm locks.
Even back in the days when I weighed just 135 to 150 lbs, if the police, security guards, or doormen ever manhandled me, it was only because I allowed it.
Friends of mine who simply didn’t give a fuck, or were on drugs or booze, would often require 3 or 4 men to restrain them, and that’s the power of intent.
Your intent, should you chose to lock horns with leaf eaters, should be to have them begging for you to shut up, to make them cry, or simply get them to fuck off.
Never ever seek to convert or alter the mindset of such a person.
It’s a religion for Pete’s sake, and they have an entire community of morons that believe likewise, in the substantial investment they’ve all made in the name of health.
Again, on the rare occasion when I’d beaten the snot out of a psychopath, I didn’t hang around to see if I’d ‘Taught him a Lesson’.
You either ‘finish the job’ or fuck off. Life Coaching isn’t on the agenda with these types, nor with militant vegetarians.
Not that they can’t be helped of course, but usually you’d be the last person in the world they’ll consult on that front. Maybe you’ll get the ball rolling, but I doubt you’ll ever be credited for it.
Remember my fellow omnivores, we, unlike some people, do have lives outside of our dietary beliefs or supernatural deities, and I hope your proud of that fact.
These people debating you are often 30, 40, 50, 60 years old remember, yet still haven’t got past what they should be fucking eating, and still believe in a superman in the clouds!
My 8-year-old could pretty much nail those subjects, and certainly will by the time she’s 12!
In the past, I’ve even ordered a giant salad, or a fruit plate to try and avoid conflict, but trust me, that won’t fly.
They know who you are and what you are, and evidently, there’s nothing quite like having the inside track to Jesus, optimum health, and the dietary moral high ground, to make someone feel overwhelmingly compelled to share it with us flesh-eating, heathen savages.
So order a thick, juicy, succulent steak, and with your Blunt Coach in mind, when the waiter asks you how you want it done? answer;
“Just Clean its arse, and pull its fucking horns out please”
Cry bye.
Blunt Coach Andy.
