World-Wide Violence and Veggie Burgers: Is There a Connection?

Take it back. No you take it back. No you take it back. What is it that we're supposed to be taking back, anyway?

Take it back. No you take it back. No you take it back. What is it that we’re supposed to be taking back, anyway?

It’s (by “it’s,” I mean hatred and violence) everywhere.

And it’s (same definition) not just today; it’s (you know the drill) been doing on since human learned to walk upright and use our free arms to pick up things to use as weapons against each other.

Yeah, this'll hurt...

Yeah, this’ll hurt…

Let’s face it, we have mean streaks coursing through us. Sure, some of have teeny weeny trickles and others have raging rivers; most have mean streaks falling somewhere between the two extremes.

Get enough people together–and it doesn’t take many–with the wider mean streaks who believe with all their hearts that they’re right and the people who are “wrong” need some fixing, and you’ve got trouble with a capital T.

I’ll give you a little example.

My headdress makes me look bigger than I am. I'm really just a very small example.

My headdress makes me look bigger than I am. I’m really just a very small example.

I attended a wedding. If people can’t all get along at a small wedding, what hope do we have for the world? (This is a rhetorical question, although the answer is zerofinity.)

My niece got married. The venue was her back yard–a small, lovely setting. The guests numbered no more than 30 or so family and friends.

Basically it was a relaxed summer afternoon party.

Everything was going great until the grill was fired up. Until then, the guests imbibed in beer and wine–some more than others.

I think this guy is an efficiency expert.

I think this guy was an efficiency expert.

One family friend of my niece’s father stationed himself at the grill.

I thought, “How nice. He’s helping out so family won’t have to do the grilling of the obligatory flesh.” (This is how vegans think–we’re kind and refer to former live beings now used for food as “flesh.”)

The first thing on the grill were homemade veggie burgers. My sister, Tina, is a master at making veggie burgers for her sisters and others who are either vegan or vegetarian. She’s a doll.

Tina: “Just put these on the grill to warm them up. They’re already cooked.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “What’re they?” (Assume he’s slurring some of his words.)

Tina: “Veggie Burgers.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “What? Sissy Burgers?” (Laughing hysterically at his lame wit)

Whose the sissy?

Whose the sissy?

Tina: “Hey! I made them myself and they’re delicious. Just make sure they don’t touch any meat.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “Yessir!” (Muttering. He works with her husband, who was standing there, and didn’t want to push it.)

Things took a turn for the worse when I got there, wanting a warmed up veggie burger.

Me: “I’ll take one of those, please.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “You want a Sissy burger? Whatsa matter with you? Can’t handle a real burger?”

Me: “No. I just want a veggie burger. Please.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “Oh, yeah. I remember. You’re one of those wimpy vege-whatchamacallits. Don’t you know not eatin’ meat’ll kill you?”

Here’s where I made a fatal error. I tried to correct him. I tried to use logic. On a drunken man who loves to argue.

Me: “Actually, vegetarians are generally much healthier than people who eat meat and dairy every day.”

Shnockered Grill Dude: “Not you. You’re sick all the time. If you ate meat, maybe you wouldn’t be so sick.”

Total below-the-belt punch and I felt it. Here’s where I made another fatal error. Can you make two fatal errors in one encounter? Apparently I can.

My first fatal error: not enough eye shadow. My second fatal error: too much blush.

My first fatal error: not enough eye shadow. My second fatal error: too much blush.

Me: (after stalling a bit from shock) “I’m not sick all the time. Look at me. Do I look sick to you?” (I looked and felt great that day.) But I was clearly defensive. I could have been offensive and had a snarky comeback like, “When did you have the time to go to medical school?” But that’s just not me.

Shnockered Grill Dude: (Changing the subject because I had him beat on that point) “Cows like to be eaten.” He took a big swig of beer.

Me: I just stared up at him. He’s 6’4” and a construction worker. A feisty comeback could have been, “Wow, I feel privileged to be in the presence of a Bovine Whisperer.” No. not me.

Tell me what I'm thinking. I dare you. I double-dog dare you.

Tell me what I’m thinking. I dare you. I double-dog dare you. Okay. Hint. I’m NOT thinking about  the joy of slaughtering.

Shnockered Grill Dude: “I grew up on a farm and I just know that you raise cows…well, steers, for slaughter. It’s just the way of things. Plus everybody needs protein, and people who don’t eat meat don’t get enough protein. I saw a football player and golfer who went veg and they just lost their edge. It was pitiful. No energy.” If I could’ve remembered runner Carl Lewis, football’s Joe Namath, tennis players Martina Navratilova or Billie Jean King, or Iron Man World Champ Dave Scott–all famous vegetarian athletes, I might have offered them up to counter his no-name athletes who supposedly spun into oblivion without their prime rib. But I didn’t.

I know the science behind plant-based protein and the fact that most Americans get too much, not too little, protein. But I just couldn’t stay in this insane conversation. I wanted to eat Tina’s delicious veggie burger and get the heck away from this insipid, loopy, grill oaf.

Me: “Can I please have a veggie burger. I’ll take my chances.”

After many attempts to divert the conversation and even after a sincere hug to try to end the battle, he still needled me–a hyena enjoying the easy kill.

I'm so freaking right, you never had a chance, Dr. Dizzy Blonde Buddhist Wimp.

I’m so freaking right, you never had a chance, Dr. Dizzy Blonde Buddhist Wimp.

The most interesting thing about the encounter is that, a few days after, I spoke with my sister and her husband about what happened and how I felt (he’s their friend).

They said “Your problem was that you showed weakness and he took advantage of that…plus he was drunk. It’s just him being him.”

So it’s my fault I wanted a veggie burger and got attacked?

Do I look like someone ready to rumble...I mean fight? Heck no! I'm about the love, Baby, not about war.

Do I look like someone ready to rumble…I mean fight? Heck no! I’m about the love, Baby, not about war.

Is it any wonder that all around the world people who don’t even know each other want to kill each other? A man I know went all verbal storm-trooper on my Buddhist butt over a harmless veggie burger.

Has anyone else out there had altercations over ridiculous things like this?

~ by Lorna's Voice on July 25, 2014.

33 Responses to “World-Wide Violence and Veggie Burgers: Is There a Connection?”

  1. Can’t argue with either of the things you said! Thanks for stopping in and commenting! 🙂

  2. Hey, good one, Lorna…and that’s true too. We do look pretty damn good for our age! 🙂

  3. To that I say, “Just call me Bunny, Hugh Hefner!” (Because we look better than most women our age because of our dietary choices!! 🙂

  4. Yeah. Some sure are… 😉

  5. Doesn’t this post kindof show that people are still… sortof.. you know… drunk and stupid?

  6. No, can’t say I’ve had an altercation to this degree. Back in the early 70s when I became a vegetarian it was like I had grown two heads. Upon learning of my dietary choice, people would stare and I would get a lot of “well, what do you eat, rabbit food?” How do you answer that? To me it was like everyone was drunk and stupid!

    I’m glad you realized your “fatal” errors, Lorna…that was very mindful of you. 😉

  7. I have no idea, but I hope so, too! 🙂

  8. Thanks!

  9. Lorna–my Esty site is

  10. Yup! 🙂

  11. That’s sad. Alcohol does ugly things to some people when they go overboard. I’m not a vegan but learned the ill effects of animal protein when I was in kidney failure. I limit what I eat because I simply can’t digest it Anyway, I wonder what grill-dude felt the next day. Embarrassed, I hope.

  12. Writing the blog made me feel better. It’s all out of my system. And thanks for reminding me that this was really about celebrating a wonderful day for my niece! ❤

  13. 🙂

  14. Peter, I always knew you were an astute judge of character! 🙂 ❤

  15. I guess that’s the constant work of us peace warriors, eh? 😉

  16. The human condition constantly offers off the opportunity to love despite all the temptation to not want to. Sometimes it’s really hard to accept what is with compassion, it sure is for me. Love you my friend. ❤

  17. Well, you certainly could have done without that. The man took the opportunity to demonstrate that he was an idiot and, as this post clearly demonstrates, you are clearly not, so someone is doing and thinking right and it may well not be our drunk friend.

  18. Welcome to my pragmatic world.

  19. Ive a had a few of these types of encounters but I just walk away. It’s the DRINK talking. Some people are sloppy drinkers and have no censor zone in their brain. Usually, I walk away while muttering to myself …. “What an A-s hole” !!!!
    Hope you’re past it. There is nothing worse than festering about … What I should have said … or … What I should have done. 😮
    And … life goes on.
    Congrats to your niece ….!!!! ❤

  20. 2 things.
    1) The efficiency expert looks like my father.
    2) I concur with what was said before, “Never argue with a drunk.” It annoys the drunk and exhausts you.

  21. Absolutely!

  22. I agree, U. I just was in this one before I knew it. Took me by surprise (like most things in life do). 😐

  23. Yeah, Man!

  24. I know the kind of “fundamentalist vegans/vegetarians/organic foodies” of which you speak. They are as obnoxious as the guy I described. I never presume to tell people what they should or shouldn’t eat. I just expect the same courtesy.

    No need to apologize, Elyse! 🙂

  25. Phil has the same experience. The bigger the guy, the more people leave them alone.

  26. Great advice. Since I don’t drink, I just should never get into arguments with drunk people! Thanks for stopping in and commenting! 🙂

  27. Being rational with irrational people is like herding cats. You can try, but all you’re going to get is a whole lot of nothing. 😉

  28. That’s the story of life, ain’t it? You already got what happened, “Here’s where I made a fatal error. I tried to correct him.”

    Times like these, I pull out my trusty phrase for contradicting someone that I was bequeathed by someone wise ..”Oh? I’ve got a different view to that … [insert whatever you want to say here]” And sometimes I forget to pull it out and it goes pear-shaped 🙂

  29. Don’t ever get in an argument with a drunk person. Unless you’re as drunk as they are. Then things get interesting.

  30. No people normally avoid arguing with me… I don’t know why… cause I do love a good discussion and will get into one whenever someone is keen… but no, people don’t pick on me…

  31. Actually, my sister-in-law, a vegan, is exactly like this man, cold sober. Thanksgiving is great fun, with a vegan bird-lover in the house. She scoffs at the food, announces that we are eating the wrong things, that we shouldn’t eat any of this that or the other thing. That we are horrible people for doing so. She is on a near-religious crusade and it pisses me off beyond belief. I — the host each and every year — have to double the work of the biggest meal of the year to accommodate her need for no milk, butter, meat etc. which is in every single one of the rest of the family’s traditional meal. She doesn’t pick up on social clues that perhaps the lack of conversation at the table is because everybody is biting their lips so as to not bite her head off.

    She is actually an interesting person with a wonderful sense of humor. I used to spend lots of time with her before she became evangelical.

    So it is both sides of the coin with this one. It isn’t only the meat-eaters who can be assholes.

    (Sorry, you touched a raw nerve with this one.)

  32. Bring back the sixties and seventies,, make love not war days..;)

  33. You have got me snookered. Did I have altercations like your ridiculous encounter? My whole life is altercation. It’s why I have more or less decided to shut up. Not because I don’t want to altercate. Not at all. If someone wants a veggie burger fight we’ll see who gets stuffed first. And it won’t be me. No, Lorna, it’s far worse: I have lost the will. It’s shocking. I have decided most people are not worth having an altercation with. Why waste my energy when it’s a lost cause at the beginning? I’d rather go hungry.

    Falafel and cool as a cucumber and yoghurt greetings,

Silence can be just what the doctor ordered. You know I'm a doctor, right?

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