I have a hangover. I bought these little single slices of spam in a CVS on a trip to the US recently. You also need to get Pam imported from the states as you can’t buy it here. There were also frozen hashbrown triangles baking in the oven at the time of this photo, and a slice of sourdough bread in the toaster.


The animals that suffered atrocity to produce this meal had the capacity to love you, but you lack the capacity to love them.
I’m not sure any animals were involved in this meal besides the chicken(s) that laid the eggs. I don’t care what the label in the span can said.
If you didn’t know deep down that it was wrong, you wouldn’t be using humour to distance yourself emotionally and trivialize the harm. This is very similar to for example how Israelis talk about Gazans. What you do to animals you will also do to humans given the slightest incentive and that is not a joke. That is something that any decent person should try to rectify upon recognizing in themselves.
I do love how they taste!
By intentionally conflating senses of the word “love” you are conceding the point. You lack the capacity to love that you should have, but you have maimed yourself to the point where you cannot. Recovery is possible.
Well, I did love your mum and she’s a cow.
Maybe they shouldnt be so tasty then
A truly monstrous response to confronting your own cruelty and violence. Clearly said for your own crippled emotional needs. Cope harder.
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