Well, well, well. Mad Cow Disease. I've been asked a few times if this case of Mad Cow makes me feel vindicated since I'm vegan. This might offend you if you happened to have been one of the people asking me, but what a stupid question. "Your brain's turning to sponge and mine's not! Nanny nanny pooh pooh!" Well, I think I'm insulted that someone would think that would make me happy. I'm not quite that evil. Not yet, anyway. Ok. I understand. People are just trying to make idle conversation, so let's not get our panties in a bunch. But, really, couldn't you pick something better to start off with?
Actually, truth to tell, I don't really feel anything about this news. I hope no one gets the disease, but I don't personally know anyone with the disease, so for me, the concept is too abstract for my emotions to get around. It's something that's happening "out there" to "someone else", so why worry about it? Just as most Americans don't even consider that U.S. sanctions in Iraq caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Iraqi children (hey, Madeleine Albright thinks the price is worth it) or that most people don't care about the Coca-Cola company funding acts of violence against their factory workers in Columbia because all of these things are far away and don't affect our daily lives, I don't really think about how I've "won" now that a cow was found to have Mad Cow disease.
In the tradition of good Americanism, you keep drinking your Coke while sitting in your Nike sweatshirt, and I'll keep eating my vegetables, and we won't worry about anything else going on in the world.
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