Pieces of meat

First, check out this post at Brutally Honest.

Then, come back and talk to me.  Here are my thoughts:

Wow!  Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt.  It’s true that, before ashes turn to ashes and dust to dust, dead mammals — all dead mammals — can be classified as meat.  What’s clear, though, is that this guy has erased from his mind the living being that preceded it, whether it’s a monkey or a dog or a pig, all of which should be accorded the respect due a living example of their species, or a human, a “species” to which he seems to feel no affiliation whatsoever.  It’s hard to tell if the guy is a pure psychopath, or if his career decision to surround himself by death has caused him to create a carapace so thick he’s permanently immured his own humanity.

I’m inclining towards psychopath myself.  My Dad fought his way through five years of WWII in North Africa and Southern Europe.  My Mom lived in a concentration camp.  Our family friends walked out of Auschwitz and Bergen Belsen.  My blog friends fought in WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan — and none, none, reduced humanity to meat.