You stare through the plastic at the red smear of meat in the supermarket. What's this it says there? Mighty Good? Tastee? Quality, Premium, and Government Inspected? Soon enough, the blood is on your hands. It's inescapable.
We cannot pity the boy who has never fired a gun; he is no more humane, while his education has been sadly neglected … if I were to live in a wilderness, I should become … a fisher and hunter in earnest.