Farmed Slugs Redux
"Sam Salmon" wrote in message
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In all the years I have lived in BC-where farmed slugs have been
produced for decades and marketed to the ignorant and credulous to
consume-I have never ever met anyone who worked on a fish farm who
would eat farmed Salmon.
Even the dumbest minimum wage greaseball won't touch those slimy
slugs.
Spending days on end exposed to the reek and constantly feeding
antibiotic laced feed to the clamouring creatures is enough to turn
anyone off eating one-for life!
I went into my local chocolate shop recently. They dip chocolate in the
back. One of the customers said that they must love working around all that
yummy chocolate, and they said that actually, working with it and smelling
it all day has killed any desire for eating or drinking chocolate.
According to your logic, this means that chocolate is poisonous, and that
even the dumbest minimum wage types can figure that out (your assumption
that everyone working for minimum wage is stupid is so disgusting that we
won't even touch that one).
Over the years I've met people who work behind perfume counters who cannot
stand perfume, and teachers who cannot bear to watch shows like Boston
Public. Amazingly, there are actually cops who refuse to watch Law and
Order. Are these dislikes comments on the quality of certain items, or that
working in an unpleasant atmosphere (the smells of any fish farm are as
unpleasant as mingled perfume smells or dealing with rapists on a daily
basis) is enough to turn anyone's stomach?
Just so you know- I used to work for a prominent candle store chain. If I
never go into a basement of a candle store again, it will be too soon. I can
imagine how I would feel if I, say, worked on a boat and cut bait and chum
for salmon and other fish all day- my nose wouldn't care if they were wild
or not. Having cleaned fish on a regular basis in my childhood (to this
very day, when I think of summer I think of the smell of bluefish and the
feel of fish guts and scales) I do know that wild bluefish will never pass
between my teeth again so long as I can choose what I can eat in this life.
And I was in the open air when I did this.
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