JohnnyO, I never really got anything in a wad. I played all the way through this. Note the wit and humor. As I have said more than once, I don't care what you eat or don't eat. It was your arrogance more than anything, and that was my perception, so I reacted. I'm actually glad you didn't lay down. You fought the good fight and didn't give up. Thanks and +rep to you.
Yeah, it's all good, Dude.
What is that old joke about arguing over the internet and the Special Olympics?
I'm not a big fan of the R-word, though. It's disrespectful to people with genuine disabilities.
I remember when I first became a vegetarian. I was maybe a couple of months into it and my Dad and I took a trip to visit my Grandmother (RIP).
That was an education. En route, we decided to stop for a bite to eat and my Dad wanted to go to his favorite Bar-B-Que restaurant along the way. Not knowing any better I agreed. When we entered I asked the proprietor if the beans had meat in them and he looked at me as if I had just walked into his place
buck naked. He started asking me
why I was a vegetarian. He thought it was really funny that I didn't have any real good answers to his questions because I was a
very inexperienced vegetarian then. All the while we were in there he made smart-assed remarks; such as his
perception of veggies as pony-tailed slackers who wore Birkenstocks (which I was not).
That experience actually
helped me even though it was a little embarrassing at the time. The
ironic thing is that
today I could return
every one of his jabs, probably to the point of him telling me to leave his establishment. But I would
never enter a place like that knowing what I do
now.