I was reading the other thread about how some folks (liberals) will eat meat and otherwise take advantage of animal products but are revolted by the notion of personaly causing that meat or product becoming useful in ways other than breathing.
I have been thinking about that thread and wondering about my reaction to it when IT happened.
I was fooling around down by the lake when I noticed movement on the ground. It was a young mole zipping around in the grass. My first response was "get the little bastard." So, I flipped him into the lake with the tip of my shoe. The first thing he did was raise his head and then began to paddle furiously. The problem was he was going in circles. But his head was up!
I immedietely felt like a *expletive deleted*it. I watched him for a moment, wondering if he'd get to shore and then be able to climb up the concrete sea wall. I gotta get him outa there I thought and hurried up to the house and went into the basement and got a fish net.
All this time I was thinking about how his head was up and he had a focus. But, he was not making any headway...and that I had put him in that position. He was going to drown and I initiated the circumstance. I hoped he'd have the tenacity to still be around when I got back...and not pike food as well. I felt more like a *expletive deleted*it.
I eat meat and have killed game. I squash spiders. (my conscience bothers me then, too.)
Well, I dipped him out of the water, placed his wet little arse on the ground, covered him with the net and went and got a glove because I had this irrational thought that he'd bite me and I'd get lockjaw. ( A well deserved bite, for that matter, I thought)
I picked the little critter up and looked around. He was now making noises that I would ascribe as being on the level of .45 cal at the least and .410 at the most. I had never thought about the fact that I seemed to have an a priori understanding of mole language. What he was calling me is not fit for APS or Art's Gramaw. What inthebloodyhell do I do with him now? If I put him down the bastard'll tunnel my tomatoes. Hmmmmm, I thought; put him in the neighbor's yard, he's been pissing me off lately, anyway.
So, I did.
So, what I want to know is this:
What was worse...
Flipping the little critter in the lake to drown, depositing him in the neighbor's lawn, or realizing I am, heaven forbid, a Liberal?