As I write this, there are now five wild turkeys strutting up and down my property.
I would like very much to piss off Peter Singer and Ingrid Newkirk.
Besides, after having run in place for thirty minutes, I am hungry.
I am reconsidering my pacifist stance against guns or, for that matter, crossbows, truncheons, bludgeons, or even the use of shovels as deadly force.
Like I said, I am hungry.