I, Carnivore

I told you so.

I fail to understand why every tom, dick and harry would choose have their lives/lifestyles dictated to them by every other celebrity and/or marketing department in existence. Here we have another shining example of scientific discovery in direct contradiction of previous schools of thought. All those hippies/vegetarians/rastafarians that professed to me the endless virtues of soy shall now be helping themselves to a double serving of humble pie, with cream.

I on the other hand have always taken the view that I eat what I want, when I want, without regret and woe betide the man/woman/child that gets between me and my mignon. I'll even step out on a limb here and go so far as to say "If God didn't want us to eat animals, then why did he make them out of such tasty meat?"