Fleeing From Blood

Vegetarianism is a funny thing. I was one for just over a year and a half and never felt worse in my life (which has included rehab and life threatening hospital stays due to alcohol). Committed vegetarians will spout about how they don't feel weak but I beg to differ. I felt weak most of the time during my stint, and not only that I become a pasty looking individual.
The fact is human beings are programmed or designed to consume meat. How far would a vegetarian caveman have got one wonders?
Yes there are clever arguments testifying to the power of the Lettuce and Tomato but truly the carnivore is king. I adore meat eating, every chunk of flesh I tear at feels good slipping down my throat. I sit eating and content, satisfied that vegetarians exist on a hollow diet. One with no substance whatsoever and as the blood from raw meat swill in my guts I am refreshed.
Vegetables are not alien to my diet but they are a side dish; straight and boring like sheet metal or beer drunk from tin.
There is nothing like dining on freshly killed rabbit or trout newly fished from a stream. With every forkful I can taste the river mixing with sweet potatoes and butter.
Another oddity regarding vegans is the food. Supermarkets are filled with vegetarian bacon, burgers, and many other meat copies. How so? Surely those opposed to eating animals ought to be distancing themselves from having meat-a-likes on their tables? In the same way as recovering alcoholics do not drink alcohol free beer, these people should want nothing to do with beefburgers, whether beef free or not. I have even heard of vegetarian duck!? Ive not seen it but presume it to be a dollop of tofu shaped like a duck. Are vegetarians so weak from lack of meat they cannot be more imaginative with their food?
Perhaps they could shape the food into snowflakes, colourful ribbons, peace symbols and doll's houses?
I am not totally hostile toward vegetarian foods, in fact I enjoy meat free lasagne and pies. But in no way would they satisfy me if I were to become veggie again. Stuffed peppers are great but stuffed lamb's hearts are infinately tastier. Blood is fabulous and makes a fine soup, there is no substance in shrubbery.
Argue the power of the sprout as much as you want, there is no denying that mankind would not be here had we never killed a beast. I put a lot of blame on Disney cartoons and others of that ilk who have humanised animals. It stirred some peoples conscience but in the same instant took away their spirit. In much the same way that good rock n' roll was made from over indulgence in alcohol and drugs, Man did not win great victories in wars by eating pumpkin pie and lettuce leaves. The man with fine meats in his stomach and fire in his heart will build empires whilst a man fed with carrots only sees better in the dark.
The vegetarians meat eating instincts are still embedded in their (wilting) spirits. When they deny this they lie pure and simple. If we could somehow read their minds accurately there would be thoughts of meat stamped all over, salivating over bacon sandwiches. An ideal setting, if this were possible, would be a barbecue where lamb kebabs, thick, succulent steaks and racks of pork ribs are being cooked. Their sensors would ring in jubilant joy from the smells and sights and they would break in an instant if only they would be honest with their bodies.
Of course people will argue until their blood boils in defence of their acquired life choices, and many will resort to violence when all rational paths have been exhausted. And this is especially true of animal rights activists perhaps proving further that abstinence of flesh distorts the brain making one susceptible to violent urges.
Nevertheless the heart of the matter (sizzling, tender lamb's hearts) is that vegetarians are wired like we raving carnivores; with a taste for well cooked flesh, served with a chilled Chablis. It is impossible to escape nature, even the type of greasy nature served at fast food places. Vegetables (like koi ponds and flowers) are best looked at than eaten. Colours are for the eyes, raw meat for the stomach.