Yesterday evening, as I was enjoying veal in marsala sauce at a nearby restaurant, I recalled the distaste for veal among some of the (female) lefties of my acquaintance. They are too squeamish to eat young bovines, but not squeamish when it comes to the murder of young human beings.

They also won’t buy meat, eggs, or milk from animals that have been given hormones, but don’t have a problem pumping a gender-confused child full of hormones.
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