I feel bad for Max Bertrand, I really do. Imagine not ever knowing the joy of having a perfectly cooked prime rib just melt in your mouth. Or going to Dollar Dog Night at the Pelicans game, and asking for a veggie burger instead. Or not quite understanding why people wear T-shirts that read: “That's too much bacon.....said no one.....ever!”
No, poor Mr. Bertrand has to be content with launching his monthly diatribe against us meat eaters. I guess he couldn't scare enough of us off with his dire prediction that we will all die from heart disease or obesity, so now he's blaming us for climate change because we approve of dairy and cattle farms that raise cows that produce too much flatulence.
I'm 65 years old, I'm 6’7” tall, I weigh 208 pounds, and I eat meat every day of the year. Who knows, maybe one day Mr. Bertrand will realize the reason we were put at the top of the food chain. That is, unless you go swimming in shark-infested waters.
Edward Smrdel, Socastee
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