Conversation on facebook that started because I posted this picture.
My uncle's response- Chicken it's what's for dinner.
Me- The red boy is a keeper. The other two will be invited to dinner once they are big enough.
Uncle- wow brutal I kidding
Me- No. Brutal is eating grocery store chicken that was butchered at only 6 weeks of age. They still have chick down and are cheeping like babies when they go to slaughter.
Uncle- Yeah I know you're eating much healthier food but I guess I'm too chicken to kill my own food haha get it
Me- You've eaten the fish you caught after going fishing....
Uncle- it's funny cleaning fish is less scary somehow I guess because I'm not physically killing them and maybe because they're lower down the evolutionary chain than mammals or birds in other words not cute
Me- By taking a fish out of the ocean, and subjecting it to an environment in which it can no longer breath, you are physically killing it. No matter how you look at it. Most people just don't actually think about where their food comes from or how it got to their plates.
Uncle- I know doesn't make logical sense but it's just somehow less gruesome. I'd die from hunger if I had to survive in the wild. Civilization has made me soft. I'd have to bring you along if I had to be stranded on a desert island.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am related to an idiot who would rather starve to death than kill and eat something 'cute'.