Eating Lion Meat Is For Testosterone-Infused, Gun Loving Cowards

Eating lion meat is a cowardly, heartless, testosterone-dominating act. Let us be clear. Anne spent Thanksgiving 2009 in Tucson and loved the place. She even considered moving to Tucson but was ambivalent about the politics and chose Philadelphia, the real home of the Founding Fathers instead. Anne also needed to remain close to NYC.

One of the most beautiful aspects of Tucson is the human relationship with nature and also the echoes of Navajo people, who were a glorious matriarchal society until white people civilized it.

Goodness knows what our Navajo mothers would think of Boca Tacos y Tequila, a Tucson Tex-Mex ‘joint’ selling lion meat tacos.

To be clear, no endangered lions are being killed for a good taco. Apparently the lion meat comes from a California farm that raises them for American appetites.

“Lions are not endangered. When bred in captivity, their meat is allowed to be traded. There are particular operations in the U.S. that are breeding lions, butchering them and selling them for meat,” said Crawford Allan, regional director for TRAFFIC - the regional office of the largest international wildlife trade monitoriing program. via ABC News

According to the website of Exotic Meats Market, a distributor in Perris, Calif., lion tenderloin sells for $199.99 and three 16 ounce burgers for $59.99.

This is one of the ultimate man dominates nature stories we’ve read lately. Humans — primarily men —  dominate everything alive for leisure, because they can.

We still say that eating lion meat is a truly cowardly act, one that turns our stomachs.

Don’t start up, because we know the drill. The US Constitution says that men can do anything they damn well please with women, slaves, animals, and Indians. 

This story reminds us of the night Anne attended a small, private dinner in China in her honor. Sitting at the table, she noticed a large hole in the middle, sort of a trap door.

Uneasy with this unusual table top, Anne was horrified to hear that a live monkey was about to arrive for dinner, his or her brains bashed out in front of her and then eaten warm and bloody as the first course.

Unwilling to embarrass her hosts but refusing to have a monkey killed in her honor, Anne tells her tale in an always popular read When the Menu Calls for Whale Meat or Monkey Brains, Count Me Out:

Monkey Image via Rich J Matheson