There is an annual meeting of the Explorer's Club. The Waldorf-Astoria hosts a grand and exclusive dinner, where dinners feast on cooked, creepy and crawly critters. Thinking of the prepared "exotic foods", curls the left side of my upper lip in disgust. I have included some pictures, so you can feel vomitrocious too.
The Waldorf-Astoria ... now dear reader, I ask you, what is luxurious and appealing, if not an old and elegant, well decorated and appointed establishment, that promises ease and comfort, along with delectable fare? There are places average people will never see, or be able to pay to see, let alone sleep and dine in. Thank God, because the more I look at the underbelly of such places, the more repulsed I become.
I first learned about the Explorer's Club from a biography on Elon Musk. In 2014, this Martian of a man (he shamelessly and confidently believes that he will one day, accomplish his long term goal, of colonizing Mars), was given the honour of winning the President's Award. The dinner menu for the award night at the Waldorf-Astoria in 2014 was to me, a stomach turner. Now think with me: if cockroaches, goat eye-balls, larvae, grubs, fish heads, animal penis' (this is a short list, there is more, look it up if you like) are on the Explorer's Club menu, and these are cooked and served from the Waldorf kitchen, what then, is their philosophy regarding cooking for guests that aren't part of the private eat-gross-not-meat club?
Inspectors close kitchens when they are roach or rodent infested ... does the Astoria catch these critters for cooking, when the high paying guests request these grotesque items to be made "edible"?
Leviticus 11:42
Whatsoever goeth upon the belly, and whatsoever goeth upon all four, or whatsoever hath more feet among all creeping things that creep upon the earth, them ye shall not eat; for they are an abomination.
I kill creeping things, stomping them dead with the bottom of my shoe. I certainly do not think to myself, I wonder what recipe I can find on instagram for roasted roach, or perhaps, Honey seasoned larvae and grubs, or, What alcohol pairs well with goat eye to make a malevolent martini? I don't eat damnable disgusting crunchy varmints, I get rid of them when I see them.
Cricket Factory, London Ontario
Recently, the ill conceived cricket factory that was built in my city, had to reduce its manufacturing costs by 75% ... the dirty bastards that thought normal humans would eat cricket meal as a substitute for real food, are now losing their shirts: they should have lost their stomachs at the thought of trying to foist insects on the public at large, rather than believe that they could get rich from humans consuming leggy chirpy lizard food.
Dear reader, I am learning that Satan demands his worshippers do exactly what God has indicated must not be done, and in this case, he demands humans demean themselves by eating what is repulsive to a healthy minded human. This is a way of desensitizing them to more exotic fare, which includes consumption of humans. This is not a far fetched concept, but it may be to you. Don't believe me, look into this yourself if you can bear to do so ... Richard Dawkins wants the taboo of consuming human flesh to finally be banished. Meat is meat, in his sickly sight.
There are private clubs, and many of the filthy rich and famous belong. They didn't get rich and famous by being nice guys with clean hands and pristine personalities. They are just like what they eat, creepy crawlers that scavenge and lay in wait, and when the lights come on, they flee to the dark corners to hide; and yet, they are there, lurking, and since we have seen them, we know they exist in the darkened shadowy crevices where walls meet floor boards. What we are witnessing is an infestation. There are so many of the maladjusted that they are conglomerating, and they are no longer inclined to hide their profane and vile ways: they boldly proclaim what they think, what they want, what they insist must be done, to actualize their wicked plans; really, they are workers of iniquity implementing the plans of destruction, following orders from their daddy, the devil. The devil, dear reader, loves to demean, and he knows that God did not make Mars habitable, or cockroaches and crickets for human consumption, but he sure does like convincing God haters to do what is dastardly in their Creator's sight.
I am inclined to dine at home more then ever before ... and I am happy when my produce starts to sprout, shrivel, turn brown and mouldy ... it reminds me of the golden olden days, where nature takes its course and food goes bad, because it is supposed to. And by God, I like to sink my teeth into sirloin, or chicken thigh, cooked to perfection. A crunchy hissing cockroach just does not appeal, but for the demonically animated, it is the fare on witch (spelt correctly, I know the difference between which and witch) they prefer to feast, and offer at their expensive celebrations of all that is abhorrent to God Almighty.
We are deceived when we do not know our enemies, and choose to trust them based on superficial information we have on them. Immoral people make immoral decisions and behave immorally. A person's character is determined by their principles and morals, and who they get their marching orders from.
That's all from me for now. Enjoy the pictures, and ask yourself: how delicious is a crunchy roasted skewered cockroach? Ask Elon and his freaky friends, they can tell you.
No comments:
Post a Comment