Posted on 03/31/2023 4:58:55 PM PDT by Jonty30
I do, too, and I'm Methodist.
It would be a great time to teach the 9 year old a few lessons. Number ONE is that she raised it to sell it. It is not a pet. Number TWO is that a deal is a deal, you don’t back out. The Mutha failed on both counts.
Got it in a restaurant just outside of Ft Benning Ga. Jamaican I think
I would suspect that a bigoted moron to say no because Muslims eat goat meat.
I'm not a Muslim, but enjoy good food.
That’s what he did and he should answer for why he forced her to give up possession of the goat. As far as I’m concerned, he should the next election. I’m willing to sacrifice one of hours for his actions.
The auction could have let it go, with agreement from the Senator.
Mutton stew.
Animals resonate with people and that’s no bs.
Mutton stew.
Neither is a dog or cat a pet, if you intend to eat it.
But that’s in China.
In American, any animal can become a pet.
With adults, a deal is a deal. With children, there is supposed to be some leeway on that idea.
It’s sure OK with everyone on the left these days, or haven’t you noticed?
The animal was sold at a live auction and the mother stole it from the holding pen. Accounts are settled at the end of the auction. Stealing livestock is a felony and the mother is a moron.
The politician did pay for the animal and donated it to a community bbq event. Nobody knew the animal was missing from the holding pen until later.
This parent harmed her child greatly and made herself unwelcome in a farming community. There are always sniveling 1st year 4-H kids on sale day. Some parents just do a terrible job prepping their kids for the inevitable.
This not a cabinet maker unless you consider the nine year old party as your example.
I was just reading something the other day about why pigs have always been so popular in many places because it is good return. People would buy five pigs, raise them up just feeding them about anything, getting em big and selling them off.
The only downside is they do stink.
When I was a kid, I went to school with a kid whose family, he and his brothers (I think he had five brothers) ran a pig farm in our town.
You could smell it miles away, and sometimes, when you were close to them, you would get a good whiff of pig smell on them.
And they were crazy. All of them. I remember hearing a story about one of the kids in my grade, and the story revolved around the activities approaching the big Thanksgiving game my senior year (or maybe before)
My school had a big football rivalry with the next town over, and is one of the oldest football rivalries in the state, their first Thanksgiving game in 1900. I got to play in one, but I wasn’t any good.
I think they wanted to give everyone on the team a slice of time in the game.
Anyway, I heard he was a crazy guy (like all of his brothers) and that pig-farmer’s son who graduated the same year I did was driving in some old beat up car with another guy over in the other town of our rival team.
They rolled up Main Street, shouting insults out the windows, with our team colors streaming from the car windows, and the cars with all their people from that town parked on either side of Main Street were flipping them off, The Seventies music was probably blaring, and there were lots of middle fingers and shouted obscenities. Grinning faces could be seen inside the cars as they slid past.
Well, at the end of Main Street, there was a great big rotary, and as they took their rusty shitbox around it on two wheels, the muffler and exhaust piping came off, and somehow forced them to have to pull over amidst that hostile crowd they had been taunting only seconds before!
I never heard how that turned out, if they got the crap kicked out of them, or if they somehow got the car going again and drove off.
But I can almost see in my mind’s eye, that rust box with non-matching bias ply retread tires, red and white streamers, going around that rotary on two wheels as the exhaust comes off at the worst possible time!
Those guys whose family ran that pig farm had reputations. As those wild guys flowed like a river through that high school over the years, I heard they were the bane of some teachers..:)
And that is how I remember it. Not the event, mind you. I wasn’t there, but as told to me, this was how I pictured it! (I barely knew the guy my age)
All 4 of my kids paid for their first two years of college via 4H Junior show sales.
I am suspicious that the mom is an animal rights activist and basically created the situation for the purposes of lawfare.
“ever have curried goat, its amazing! Got it in a restaurant just outside of Ft Benning Ga. Jamaican I think. I would suspect that a bigoted moron to say no because Muslims eat goat meat.”
I had goat meat when I was stationed in Turkey more than 50 years ago. I’ve also had it a couple times since.
I found it to be not that much different from lamb.
I smoke pork on a fairly regular basis. Good eats.
The Curry Hut in Fullerton, Calif., not far from my home, features curried goat--it's one of their better dishes. I have also had it Jamaican style, which is sweeter, as it uses coconut milk.
When I eat goat in a restaurant, it’s usually smothered in curry or some other type of sauce. But I had goat by itself in a Tex-Mex restaurant in San Antonio, Texas, and it tasted pretty good.
For now. Our “betters” are attempting to put an end to that.
Yep, it’s really great PR to send law enforcement across state lines to get a nine year old’s goat……
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