I was expecting to catch flak for that to be honest. Not that I particularly care, because I am somebody who stands by his principles regardless, unless there is objective scientific evidence to mandate that I change them.
And yes, I HATE animal cruelty. And I hate those who perpetrate it. Disgust, anger, rage, contempt, they are not the words, not even close, for what I feel about those spineless, animal-torturing, cowardly, less than human bastards who are guilty of abusing animals. Quite honestly, if ever I came face to face with somebody who made the stuff, who did that to those poor fucking birds, I'd not be able to be held responsible for my actions. But one thing is for certain-that those actions would be swift in coming, decisive and absolutely without forgiveness. Such sick fucking freak pieces of shit are past redemption, and deserve only to die screaming, as their liver swells, and starts turning into a necrotic, waxy, greasy, off-yellowish-white slab of diseased flesh.
Thats what you are eating, with your fucking foie gras, you son of a whore. How its made...a pipe is forced down a bird's throat, and massive quantities of mashed grain are forced down it, directly into their stomach and they are prevented from getting rid of it. Tortured, slowly, whilst their liver degrades as mentioned, before the miserable, suffering little creatures are eventually put out of their pitiful, miserable existence and their diseased livers remains are sliced up and served on your plate, you bloated, overstuffed torturing animal abusing piece of fuck. Thats what you are responsible for with every filthy bite you take. You buy it, you give the cunts who stick those pipes down the throats of those ducks and geese and inflict that barbaric, inhumane TORTURE on those defenseless animals! you perpetuate it. You keep the cycle going and as a result more is made, and more animals are sacrificed on the bloody altar of Molech, you Ba'alite piece of FILTH! your hands drip with the blood of screaming innocent animals you fucking piece of trash. Don't ever let me see you in person, fucker. Because you don't seem to regard livers with much importance, you obviously can't be that attached to yours, either you sack of corpulent shit unfit to breathe the same air as me and other, decent human beings. Damn you to hell I'll rip your eyes out if I ever see you in the flesh. And I'll ram them down the drainpipe stuck down your throat with a fucking broom handle.
If it were up to me, the people like you? I'd make an example of you and those like you, to make damn certain that nobody else ever commits the same vile abominable acts as you. And the manufacturers? I'd fucking crucify them, and while they were nailed up to the nearest wall, they'd get made into foie gras, and forced to eat their own diseased livers, after first being flayed alive and their skinless, writhing, screaming carcasses doused in caustic potash and salt.
Just let me fucking meet you, twatinthehat, you disgusting creature. And see what happens to you. I promise you it won't be quick and you really, really are not going to enjoy it. I will. But you, you won't even be able to scream when I'm finished, because your throat will be bleeding inside, after you have screamed, and screamed and screamed until your vocal cords fucking ruptured. And only after you end up as foi gras yourself, and have been force fed that diseased lump of wax you'd have (temporarily) left for a liver, that I'd even consider finishing you off with a needle full of acid injected into your spinal column you fucking bastard.