I’m not talking about Twinkies or Reece’s Pieces and such, I’m talking about the foul practice of eating so-called “exotic” animal meat.
I never understood the fad of eating meat from monkeys, or rodents, or any of that kind of treif (to use the Yiddish term for unclean meat). Sure, if you’re starving to death and there’s nothing else, then be my guest. But to consider rattlesnake, for example, as a delicacy is bullshit. (FYI: I’ve eaten rattlesnake before, and don’t let anyone fool you with that “tastes like chicken” line — it tastes exactly like snake, and if you can’t imagine that taste then let me tell you, it’s nasty).
Of course, a lot of this eating foolishness comes from the Far East, e.g. China because they’re fucking morons who are often reduced to extending their protein diet because they live under Communism and Communism, as any fule kno, creates food shortages and any foodstuff is better than the alternative.
Now we find out that the latest little present we’re getting from China, the highly-contagious and deadly corona virus, stems from eating bats, or snakes (which eat bats).
Bats, lest we forget, are winged rats and snakes are, well, snakes. Both should be strenuously avoided, in terms of both physical contact and ingestion, no matter how “appealing” they might look:
Don’t let anyone talk shit into your ear about how they’re “exotic” or “delicacies” — stick with regular foods because while all meat is potentially dangerous — trichonosis from being undercooked, mercury concentration etc. — at least our food supply is more or less monitored properly when it comes to beef, pork, chicken, fish and so on. Exotic meats? Nobody has a clue, least of all the fucking Asians, who never wash their hands and probably worship roadkill as a delicacy too.
By the way: I don’t care how wonderful fugu tastes, or how closely the Japanese regulate its preparation, or how fugu chefs are supposed to kill themselves if they screw up, or any of that stuff. The fact remains that it’s highly toxic, and if you want to flirt with death, rather drive a rear-wheel drive pickup truck on a Dallas freeway during an ice storm. No, I don’t know what fugu tastes like, will never find out for myself, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
And stay away from bats and snakes. I can’t believe I should have to tell anyone this. Have some decent White Person food instead.