Look, I’m here at this corner convenience store because I need milk and eggs to tide me over till the weekly grocery shop. Why the fuck do I have to wait in line for the privilege to pay 20% for merchandise so some idiots in front of me spend a couple of minutes each determining which scratch and wins and lottos they’re gonna purchase? People, society is going to hell in a hand basket, mark my words!
Why the fuck should a vegan have to wait in line behind you while you consume the eggs that were stolen from their mothers and the milk that was taken from a cow that was probably forced to live with thousands of its brethern in very crowded pens?
Maybe because it’s legal and their moral subjectivism has no bearing on how you spend your time and money.
You vegans really piss me off! Did you ever think about the farm labourers who have to bend over and wreck their backs stooping to reap your vegatables and inhaling the requisite insecticides? At least the egg pickers do not have to stoop and milk production is now mechanized, and I can assure you that these creatures have no objection at being relieved of their produce. Indeed, cows are under stress if not milked regularly.
As a member of the Hunchback Farmers of North America, I must say that I find your response inflammatory, grienspace. A curving, sloped back is quite graceful and breathtaking, and I would have you no longer stigmatize us with your sob stories. I certainly do not enjoy the board’s bandwidth being so uselessly absorbed by such worthless declarations.
You’re only paying a 20% surcharge for convenience store goods? Wow… where is this bastion of fair pricing?
I’m not a vegan nor did I imply that I was one. I would try to explain the point of my post but I really don’t feel like typing in monosyllables.
I’m pretty sure he was joking.
Brethern? Sistern you must mean.
Not so far as I know. I’ve never seen the word before and m-w.com doesn’t recognize either.
How many syllables in WHOOOOOSH?
Perhaps, sistren, or even sorority*, or EVEN, maybe, brethren 
*I’m not sure if the OED link works. It’s first definition is “1. A body or company of women united for some common object, esp. for devotional purposes; [U.S.], the female section of a church congregation.”
'Pends on where you’re from. In NooYawk, it’s probably only a half. In Cali, it might be a couple (“Wush, dood!”). Down East, at least three (“Whoooussh, ayuh.”).
And in some parts of the South, it can be just as many as you want.
(And when I was a little girl growin’ up in Glasspack Holler, we’d say “Mommaa!” and she’d say, “Whuuuuuuuuuuush?”)