BusterStronghart@Gmail.com

RSVP from a friend.

I seem to represent the lone hold out. Yes Wed is the date and I consulted my calendar
and there are no prior appointments for that day. Before I assent to the meeting
I feel it appropriate to share with you my dark mood which might taint the upcoming
evening if it persists.

Upon my return from my brief trip abroad I noted in my Staatsburg kitchen an excess of
mouse turds in several corners. The weather has been bitterly cold for the last few weeks and in my absence the brown mice have found their way into the house from outside and made their way up to the kitchen in search for food.

For a man who is trying each day to live in greater harmony with his whole environment
the presence of mouse turds in his kitchen posed a disturbing contradiction. Let them be they are living creatures perhaps with little souls with a need for life and participation in the great karmic wheel.

On the other hand, they spread filth with their indiscriminate urination and defecation and will multiply endlessly to meet the limits of the food supply and beyond. I,without much hesitation, chose the killing. With standard mouse traps and peanut butter, I executed 10+ furry creatures mostly by crushing their skulls. Yes, me first; human over animals when the choice comes. But then where does it stop?

The entire protein-for-humans industry adopts this tenet in spades. We not only kill them. We eat the animals too. I have just returned from France where eating animals has been raised to high art. There are unintended consequences. It is a disaster for the planet.

So as soon as I finish the bouef in the frig I will try once again my hand and mouth at
being a vegetarian. So here is the bottom line by next Wednesday, my new regime will be in full swing. So I would prefer, if I am to eat with you all and not just watch, that the restaurant choice be one where a vegetarian can get a reasonable meal without feeling like a freak. Indian food would be nice.

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