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This is "White Privilege". I'm snarking so if you have a problem with that, feel free to not read. Oh hell, no. read it.

Someone posted a FB post saying that though the Cecil the Lion story is sad, so are the stories of those murdered by the police (namely, Eric Garner and Sandra Bland). What would help is if we all foster understanding and compassion.

- People take issue over the choice of the word "murder". They then argue over the Sandra Bland video and whether she deserved arrest and "mysterious death"
- two chime in about the evils of Planned Parenthood -- that (gasp!) some use abortion as birth control. Someone literally says "who will speak for those with no voices?"

And then there is this nugget:
- "I haven't been stopped by the police in over 20 years and have no fear of them.. Why? My vehicles are maintained properly and I obey the traffic laws. Hmm... Am I depressed that I don't have a job as a college educated 50 year old you no what male? Yes. - I love cats and Cecil was murdered, however, we have more pressing issues right here at home. i.e. Immigration, economy, homelessness(soon for me), etc. Can we not focus more of our energy there?"

Pro-life people will always grind that axe. It's to be expected. They won't go away unless you ignore them.

I'm more angry about the unemployed guy. The thread became a job hunt for this bozo. It takes the blindness of privilege to say "I never get in trouble with the law because I do all the right things" and then ask people to feel bad for him because some misfortune befell him. If he had a job, he'd be talking about the jobless with "I have a job because I'm college educated and do all the right things so why should I care. I got where I am because I work had, not because I'm a 'you know what' male"

I'm more angry than I thought I was. But I do care. I care for him. I care for the police. I care for their "victims". It's just exhausting.

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While we were visiting family, my dad's cousin made his son eat his pet rabbit (I think they were raising them to be eaten, but he named it and was the one who took care of them). He was not a happy boy. My sister was furious my dad said it was chicken, and she knew it wasn't. For years I heard the story about my dad trying to trick her.

My only rule with people and food is to NEVER lie to me about what I'm eating. You want to serve me horse, tell me and let me decide. This is there where the Ikea scandal bothers me.

Was it filly-ing?

I have not. I kinda expected it when I was in France or Belgium, but nope.

I sound like Mr Brave, but I haven't actually had horse, or cat or dog. Well, not KNOWINGLY. Ha!

In terms of anathematic NA food, But I had steak tartare and I have to say, it was gross. It's like raw kibbeh. I've been so conditioned by the NA news, I fear raw ground meat. I still tried, it, though.

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