They're calling her Molly.
A few days ago Molly decided she wasn't going to stay in line and wait
to be killed. A few days ago, Molly was slated for the
slaughterhouse, destined to be dinner. A few days ago, she didn't have
a name. But Molly decided to get out of line.
Her 1,200 pound frame jumped the fence, crossed roadways and railroad
tracks, swam the Missouri River and wandered into town. It took
workers and police six hours to capture her. When they did, they
didn't insist she get back in line.
Molly is a cow. A cow who was in line at the slaughterhouse and
while all the other cows followed along, Molly decided to get out of
line and follow her own path.
An off-beat story, to be sure. Doesn't happen often, I hear you
say. No, it doesn't, but it does happen. How about Louise
the pig? Louise was being transported with four other pigs to slaughter
when she decided to jump out of the window of the truck carrying her
onto a busy highway. Rudy, another pig, was found wandering a
truck stop after he had left the vehicle that was taking him to the
abattoir.
I wonder, is that all it takes? Is that all there is to it, just
getting out of line? Had Molly gone along, stayed where she
belonged and fulfilled her apparent purpose, I would have had no second
thoughts about my burger. She could have been my dinner and my
conscience would be clear.
If I stay in line, is it my purpose and my destiny I am fulfilling or
that of those who make the lines? Maybe greatness isn't being
more than average, perhaps it is the inability to go along
quietly and soothe the conscience of the line drawers. As long as
you are content there, within the lines, nothing has to change.
So perhaps you should smile and be pleased the next time someone tells
you "you're getting out of line". I hope you find more ways to do it,
find fewer opportunities to go along, and if you escape, I hope you
run. Make trying to reclaim you an exhausting experience.
If you jump the fence, I hope they never catch you.
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High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Anonymous
on Mon 16 Jan 2006 02:44 AM EST | Permanent Link
Even if you don't always win by getting out of line, it still beats going without a fight
Janus (still MIA) Re: Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Ned
on Mon 16 Jan 2006 07:34 PM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
You're right Janus, and the battles we seem to have already lost may be the most rewarding to fight, for who knows? We may yet win.
Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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glenni
on Tue 17 Jan 2006 05:04 AM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
After reading your blog I am already now to break out from the herd, race down my own track and jump that fence. BTW will you be there to catch me in case I fall, I don't want to become just another hamburger.
Glenni 'grin' Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Ned
on Tue 17 Jan 2006 06:49 AM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
Glenni,
I cannot imagine you ever being part of a herd. You always stand out from the crowd. You are not hamburger either, I would compare you to something more elegant, like duck a l'orange but let's face it, still dead and about to be eaten so the imagery is all wrong. Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Spiderbeavis
on Sun 22 Jan 2006 11:51 PM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
The last time I ran away from the herd, I broke out in a sweat and inadvertently tried to jump an electric fence! LOL
I read the question here not so much being, "Should I be in the herd?" but rather, "Where will being in this herd ultimately take me?" Jesus said "Broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it." Ultimately, we are all following somebody's herd in some way. The key difference for us to evaluate and act accordingly upon then becomes, will I be sitting at the banquet table...or on it? Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Ned
on Mon 23 Jan 2006 07:03 PM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
A very good point Spider, we need to evaluate what going along with the herd ultimately means. The difference between those who would consume us and He who would feed us makes it essential to choose our direction wisely.
Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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garnet
on Thu 02 Feb 2006 08:15 PM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
Hey Ned. I'm always outta line. This post reminds me of one of mine, when I ruminated on how I can only think outside the box, and have no idea what's inside.
One has to wonder how much they know, those animals. I eat meat, but I try to at least be aware. I wish beans tasted better. I hope you're well. Re: Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Ned
on Thu 02 Feb 2006 10:27 PM EST | Profile | Permanent Link
Hey Garnet, how are you? I have been absent a lot lately but I hope to be back in the fray soon.
I am glad you get outta line a lot, we all should. I eat meat too, but I am happy it comes in little packages at the supermarket. I don't know if these animals know anything or not, maybe it's just luck or a fluke. Doesn't matter though, luck and flukes are responsible for most of all the greatest discoveries and changes in our world, don't you think? Re: High Steaks (or how not to be such a hamburger)
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Anonymous
on Fri 03 Feb 2006 10:34 AM EST | Permanent Link
Terrific post. I love this strong nonconformist, independent message.
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