What are you made of?

“If we weren’t supposed to eat animals, why are they made of food?”

That’s what it said in the creep’s signature on a site I’m a member of.

He didn’t make it up himself. I’m pretty sure it’s a quote, probably translated into Swedish from English. From the Simpsons, I think. I don’t watch the show, even if I like Lisa a lot, so I can’t tell if it’s true or not. Whoever said it the first time, I’d like to suggest a little experiment, that is if you agree with the creep with the signature.:

Take a razor and cut yourself straight across the palm of your hand. Put your hand inside a cage inhabited by a polar bear. The polar bear can be exchanged for a tiger, lion, snow leopard or a shark in an aquarium, whichever is more convenient for you.

When you’re done, and you’re screeching and yelling and wondering if you want decorations on your prosthetic hand or if you’re even going to survive, ask yourself what your hand is made of. Go on. Ask the polar bear (tiger, lion, snow leopard or shark).

Think about it. What are you made of?