The bunny card
Look, we can take a lot. We can take the guy beating Sawyer up one side of his skull and then the other. We can take Kate breaking Sawyer’s heart by claiming she lied when she said she loved him.
BUT DO NOT PRETEND TO KILL THE BUNNY.
Look, we live in hard times already. Elections are coming, everyone is on edge. If anything, we all need to PET a bunny right now, not SHAKE IT TO DEATH IN A CAGE. I know, I know–it was all supposedly fake. But I’m telling you right now, I couldn’t hate that Henry/Ben guy more if he’d hocked a loogie into Kate’s mouth. Gross? You bet! That’s what I’m saying–cut it out with the bunny threats, mister. You’re going down. You think they treated you badly when you were captive over in the hatch? That was a day at the spa as far as I’m concerned. Sayid was just warming up. We all have plans for you, Mister “Don’t you read?” Mister “Let him sit with her a while longer.” Mister “My name is Henry and I’m from Minnesota.”
I’ll tell you right now, I have kin in Minnesota, and they would NEVER EVER! treat a bunny the way you did tonight.
I’m a little upset right now.
Please talk amongst yourselves for a while. I need to go have some milk.
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Well, I don’t know what Robin is talking about, but it turns out, I can’t vote. Sorry. You had almost talked me into it.
I’ve missed the registration cut off.
Even more disconcerting is that the Surfers Party of America failed to raise any campaign finance. And I’d like to know how surfers are based in Vermont.
By comparison, Republicans raised 190 million. Democrats raised 120 million.
I’m just saying a surfer party with no money still sounds like a better party than the others. Wouldn’t you rather party with surfers?
Not only that, but even when he was supposedly being “nice” to the poor little guy, he was STILL manhandling him — you’re not REALLY supposed to pick up rabbits by the loose skin at the back of their neck. Doing so can actually kill the blood vessels back there and cause the fur on that spot to die.
I don’t even watch Lost and I feel your pain,Robin-don’t hurt the poor little bunny! There was an episode of Wife Swap recently that had a country mom and a rich mom trading places,with a bunny put in jeopardy of being Friday night dinner but the poor guy got a last minute reprieve.
I know plenty of folks eat rabbit and am all for meat-eatin’ but bunny slaughter is not entertainment,IMO.
Thank you, Lady T. I wonder if you have a policy like mine: I only eat ugly meat. That means no lamb, no veal, no rabbit, no venison.
Fish? Sure. VERY ugly.
If I were in the wilderness, starving, I’m sure I’d feel differently. But since I can run over to Albertson’s any time I want, I’ll stick to my policy for now.
The RA for the dorm floor I lived on my sophomore year told me this story.
He had a pet rabbit all through high school. When he brought it home his mother told him that she would not be responsible for the care of the rabbit. All through high school he took very good care of his rabbit. When he left home for college, he asked his mother to watch out for the rabbit. When he returned home after the first semester, he looked around for the rabbit and it was no where to be seen. He asked his mother where the rabbit was. She opened a drawer and handed him a new pair of rabbit mittens. At the time he told the story, hanging from his sleeves of his winter coat was a pair of rabbit mittens.
Every time I think of this story I get a warm, fuzzy feeling.
Herb, that’s awful!!
I have a son named Sawyer and 2 pet bunnies-this whole topic is raising my blood pressure.I cannot imagine wearing or eating my sweet litle bunnies or having my Sawyer be treated that way. I don’t drink milk, but I’m going to have some cranberry juice and not log on again until tomorrow.
Sorry, Deborah!
You had me at ‘Bunny’
Mmmm, lamb. Mmmmm, venison. I’ll eat it all. Ugly, pretty. Food food food!
Mean, mean, Diana.
Pretty people should eat pretty food.
Zactly.
Um, this is TV you’re talking about? The fake stuff where actors pretend to do things, and mangle writers’ gorgeous scripts for five minutes interspersed around 25 minutes of cleaning product ads, tampon ads and news clips of shootings?
I don’t get it.
BJ, obviously you haven’t watched TV in a long, long time.
It’s ART now. You must be thinking of the evil 80s.
I just had to come back here and report that I had lamb for lunch. Lovely medium rare NZ lamb chops in a shiraz reduction sauce. Oh, they were so good. I was gnawing on the bones. I *love* lamb. Yum yum yum…
~The Resident Carnivore
I’m sure that little lamb’s mommy loved him, too, before he was so cruelly ripped away from her teat to go be lunch for you.
Sigh. Let’s go over this again: Fish ugly. Fish have no mommies. Fish good for lunch.
Sorry, I gotta side with Diana here — I love lamb.
I’d never touch a bunny-meal, though. Having had them as pets, I just couldn’t do it. I suspect that if I had a lamb as a pet, I’d lose my taste for that rather quickly, too, but since that isn’t going to happen any time soon…
Robin, I caught five minutes of TV over a friend’s house the other night, and nothing’s changed except there are more commercials, and the commercials are dumber. That’s enough for me for another ten years.
Diana, try throwing a nice young rabbit in the crockpot with a couple tablespoons of liquid smoke, some sea salt, half a cup of water. Cook most of the day. Half hour before serving over a bed of noodles, throw in a cup of sour cream. Stir well. Serve with a nice Romaine salad on the side. Yum.
If you want my recipe for veal, just yell.
What in the world is liquid smoke? Sounds good though. Come on, Robin. Frodo eats rabbits. And if Frodo eats them, they have to be good!
I met a lot of sheep in New Zealand, and I can guarantee you that they weren’t particularly fond of their lambs.
First of all, Frodo and Sam were starving. They would have eaten their own feet if they weren’t so bony.
Second, you lamb-eaters are a mean, sorry bunch. You go sit at your own table. I’m all for eating the cows who block the road when I’m trying to get to my campsite, or even the big ugly pigs who would kill you if you fell into their pen, but little lambs, little calfs, and little Wilburs deserve to be coddled and written about in children’s books, not served with “a nice Romaine salad on the side.”
That’s true, delicate dishes like that should be served with a ‘wild greens’ salad. A big thick salad like ‘the wedge’ is also completely inappropriate in that case.
Liquid Smoke which is available here, though this must be stronger than what I’ve been using if they say measure it by the drop.
http://www.honestfoods.com/liquidsmoke.html
rb, please refer to comment 16 to earlier post “project runway and lost”.
Ooops. Sorry.
From now on you’ll need to look away on Thursdays. I can’t help talking about Lost.