eat more cute things

i raise rabbits. i breed and raise rabbits for meat.  yes, that means that once they're old and heavy enough, i kill and butcher them.

what's been getting me lately is that people look at me like i'm some brute for doing such a thing.  they'll say this over their bacon cheese burger, mind you.  i calmly point out that a pig and a cow both died for his gut to stay as big as it is.  "that's different"

is it?  so, people who hire hit men are guilty of no crime?  of course they are.  when you buy chicken nuggets for your little pride and joy, just keep in mind chickens died for them.  someone, somewhere, killed, feathered, gutted, and cut some unknowing, living chicken for your youngin'.

you just made your child a party to an animal's death.  and i don't see anything wrong with that.  God killed the first living being.  look it up.  He didn't cover adam & eve with fig leaves.

i'm killing for my family's sustenance.  we save a lot of money, and we have the comfort of knowing how they lived and died.  we know what did and, maybe more importantly, what didn't go into them.  we know how they were dispatched and butchered.

the issue people have is bunnies are cute.  people are offended that tuna nets kill dolphins, again, because dolphins are cute.  dolphins are skilled predators.  they hunt in groups.  they're master strategists, but they're cute.

i want a can of tuna-safe dolphin.  why not?  they're protein, right?  i say, eat more cute things.