Oh, c'mon, Clinton. Unless you're raising and slaughtering the cows yourself, you only know where they tell you your food is from. I know farmers who sell to people who, like you, prefer to buy from "people they know" and "places they trust," and it's the same stuff. Filthy, evil, horrid meat. Or perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps up in Canada, there's a wonderful cow retirement home... Where elderly cows sleep on feather beds, eat bon-bons all day, die (with their cow families at their bedsides) of natural causes, and then are magically turned into wholesome piles of ground beef by pixies. Nah. It's blood and shit and terror, and it's the same meat.

And it's delicious.

---Lepus Rex