I am not a vegetarian, for my love of the carrion food overpowers all emotional and ethical barriers that the mind constructs. I consume the flesh of the beings raised into the inevitability of the slaughter, and I find comfort in the superficial structures that shield me from the knowledge of the suffering endured. I gorge on the mutilated corpses, I eat them fried, and I eat them roasted, boiled and rolled into pastries, and every time my teeth sink into the torn flesh, I think of the nature of my deed, and I curse the silly buggers for being so damned tasty!
