Dogs are made of meat. I wouldn’t eat one, but you can’t escape that fact.
Nobody gives a rat's-ass about those little baby girls and little baby boys getting their arms and legs painfully ripped off or having their organs carved out of them while their little hearts are still beating.
And that's the bloody reality in our sick America today. We deserve the psycho President and traitorous Congressional leaders we have.
The Lewis and Clark expedition survived on dog meat even preferring it to horse meat.
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When I lived in Korea my cute little pup was dog-napped right off my porch, and probably became brisket. Nonetheless, dogs are meat, and if people want to eat them I don’t see how it’s any different than cows, pigs, goats or horses. BTW, I am probably among the worlds most devoted, protective dog owners— I love my Chow Chows, they are family. But ultimately, I do believe that people have the right to do what they please with their own property as long as it doesn’t cause significant and direct harm to others.
I wouldn’t say Korea is a filthy culture. They eat dog. Japanese eat whale. Americans spend more money on ponography than football, basketball or baseball combined. Filth is relative.
Keep those immigrant dogs out of America. The will be displacing American dogs that need a home. What is this country coming to?
“Chihuahuas”
I wouldn’t think it would be worth the trouble to butcher one.
“The dog meat trade is one of the most horrific forms of cruelty,”
Um, how is it crueler than any other trade in meat?
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don’t you wish that you were me?
You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtle off their legs.
Such a life is very fine,
But it’s not so nice as mine:
You must often as you trod,
Have wearied NOT to be abroad.
You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell upon the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don’t you wish that you were me?
San Diego? Well it's better than San Fran.
http://www.mcrdsd.marines.mil/About/DepotMascot.aspx
The U.S. Marines captured at Corregidor did not eat thier dog Soo Chow and brought him home to San Diego in 1945. Soo Chow is buried at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego. I suggest that these rescued Korean dogs go there and pay their respects.
Oh, great, now are we going to have a wave of immigrating dogs that we should provide for? Are there not enough dogs here alread who need homes?
No, the USA is a filthy culture. We have murdered millions of unborn babies in the past few decades, and recently it’s been revealed that some of them are being sold for parts at a tidy profit.
The Buddhists in India think cows are sacred and would be just as offended at our love of hamburgers.
Look I love my dogs and all animals we consider to pets, but realistically a Hindu feels the same disgust to any who eat beef. Does that mean I approve of what some Koreans, Vietnamese, Africans and others call food? No! But then I’m not in their shoes, We have enough trouble trying to defend our Western culture right here in the United States.
A dog is no more sacred than a cow......if that’s your cup of tea have at it!!!
I swear this story is, in the end, about Koreans and dog meat.
In 1967-1968, I attended Marine Corps Communications Electronics School (MCCES), then located aboard MCRD San Diego, for a series of courses that ultimately led to me being trained as a Radio Relay Repairman (MOS 2831). One of my classmates was a short, mellow Marine we ultimately nicknamed “Greenie.” This being “the Summer of Love” and San Diego, Greenie was very much into the countercultural revolution and enjoyed “recreating.” He was indifferent to being in the Marine Corps. (I can’t recall if we ever did get a straight answer as to how he actually came to be in the service but I keep remembering the phrase “Marine Corps is like a big jail versus a little jail.”) Part of his indifference was based on the fact that he had inherited a small fortune from his grandmother and his Marine Corps pay (and it wasn’t much in those days) was essentially a little extra spending money for “recreating.” He was a very mellow Marine doing just enough to keep out of the little USMC jail.
Well, the class graduated in September 1968 and we departed for our various assignments. After some leave, I, like most of my classmates, ended up assigned to USMC forces operating in the Republic of Vietnam (RVN). Unlike many of them, I ended up with an infantry battalion (3dBn,26thMar)and was promptly converted into a radio operator for the rest of my tour in-country. Most of the others went to specialized Communication Companies and Battalions at the MAF, Division, Wing, and Force Troops. I heard this story on a in-country visit to some of my classmates.
I swear this story is going to be about Koreans and dog meat.
Communications doctrine calls for support from higher headquarters to adjacent and subordinate headquarters. So Division sends comm teams down to Regiment; Regiment to Battalion; etc. Comm teams are also sent to tie into adjacent units.
And that is how Greenie, our mellow Marine, came to be assigned as a member of a small USMC comm detachment posted to Hoi An, the headquarters encampment for the Republic of Korea Marine Corps (ROKMC) forces in RVN. The US Marines had set up a small wire enclosure containing their radio relay equipment, generators, living quarters, etc. and pretty much tried to keep to themselves. The detachment had several dogs as pets and there were a lot of dogs in the larger ROK encampment.
“Tried” is sometimes difficult even between units of the same service, it is more difficult when they are different branches of the same armed force, it is very difficult when they are of different allied armed forces, and it is extremely difficult if both allied units have the word “Marine” in their service name. In short, they were constantly screwing with each other with the USMC detachment getting the brunt of the jibbing.
Apparently, one of the favorite ROK Marine pastimes was harassing Greenie about his dog. Greenie genuinely loved his mutt and the ROK Marines took special delight in telling him how plump it was and how good it would probably taste. This apparently went on for some time with both sides not making or taking the threat seriously.
Then, one day, Greenies dog disappeared. Greenie searched and searched for the dog but to no avail. Then some of the ROK Marines who had been harassing him informed him of how delicious his dog had tasted.
My classmate, who had been there at Hoi An along with Greenie, said the news was transformational.
Greenie, our mellow Marine, suited up in full 782 gear (helmet, flak jacket, full magazines, grenades, bayonet, everything), loaded his M-16 and went dog hunting.
He shot every ROK dog he came across in the encampment and I don’t know if he stopped shooting because he ran out of dogs or because he ran out of ammunition.
The ROKs apparently made no move to interfere. This, along with several subsequent incidents (including him ripping a machine gun belt out of an M60 being pointed (in jest) at him) was enough to convince even ROK Marines that Greenie was crazy and there are some dogs better left uneaten.
See, I told you this story was ultimately about Koreans and dog meat.