Well said Lance!
BTW, you wouldn't be a retired Marine would you? I know a "Vintage" Jarhead named Lance L. Smith. I think the whole vegetarian/vegan thing popped up in the last wave of hippies, I was an early adapter, so we were older and still dug hamburgers and hotrods, screaming guitars and we'd take just about anything...sometimes just to see what it really did since nobody we knew ever tried leaping from tall buildings because they thought they could fly,nobody ever ate their aunt's parakeet, stabbed their mother, raped their father, nor complelled the family dog into prostitution...but we did put a red formal ball gown on a goat once. Why? Well here was this friendly goat, and over there was this red formal gown. The goat thought it looked stunning, then decided it looked yummy. I think what really caused a lot of kids to go vegetarian was the humanification cartoons brought to cute little critters on TV who were nothing like their real life counterparts, except of course for Bullwinkle J. Moose who as we all know is a great spiritual development guru in the Evangelical Caribou Movement. There was a guy in Dallas that claimed to be a "Breatharian" in that he claimed he didn't need to eat anything, he got all his nutrition from breathing deeply. uh huh. The only thing is we'd see him out late at night/early in the morning, piging out on pastries and beef jerky at the 7-11, but back then all our gods had feet of clay, it was expected so we never mentioned he was full-o-crap, so people would bring him beads, bells, incense, flowers, patchouli oil, maryjewanna, small dogs, and sometimes drop off their kids for him to watch while they went out partying...you know, leave the kids for "spiritual Guidance!"
One day Stoney (the fbi agitator who owned the hippy newspaper) dropped off this bottle of Sangria, and told old breather to pass it around. He didn't. Last time I saw him he was wandering around following the Krishnas, then he drifted off towards....where else...kalifornia! Stoney asked if everybody got off on the couple of million mics of pure LSD25 he'd put in the wine, but sure enough, old wheezer had bogarted that wine and may have invented Punk Rock.
Anyway, I think that was what happened.
Kampai!
Otis
