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2003-11-20

Allegedly, some people have poisoned meat in a store (link in Swedish) here in Uppsala. They’re not sure yet though, so the possibility of it being a hoax still exists.

But as a meat-eater, I’m offended by the mere thought. Leave my meat alone. I don’t cover your carrots with arsenic just because I don’t like how they taste or how the farmer grows them. I too would like my pre-meat to be healthy and live a good life, they’ll taste much better that way when they arrive on my kitchen table.

Since this is probably zealots we’re dealing with here, I’ve seen no other alternative than to speak a language they understand: those animals were destined to die. Both the Pope and Mau Tse Tung say so in a joint press conference. Oh, and when you eat vegetables, you steal food from the animals and force them to starve. You animal murdering lunatic — unlike us, you don’t even have a reason to kill them.

I’ve been up here in Uppsala since August now, and I miss the darkness of Winter. Never during this time have the evening been pitch black. There’s been a dark blue hue there and some beige horizon, but never so black you can’t see where you’ll step. Some might argue that this is a feature, not a bug but... No! It’s close to the end of November and it should be dark. It doesn’t work otherwise.