Let me paint a scene you’ve probably experienced at least once if you’re a meat-eater, a metalhead, or—God forbid—someone with a mind of your own:
You’re standing by the grill. Smoke, spice, and sizzle. You’ve got your battle vest on, tongs in hand, flipping burgers like a warrior tending the forge. You’re not thinking about politics. You’re not even trying to make a statement. You’re just hungry. Until they arrive.
They float in with that smug, nasal tone you could spot across a field of patchouli oil and quinoa. Tight jeans. Designer tote. And leather fucking boots that could’ve been skinned off your plate.
Then comes the sanctimony:
“Did you know that meat increases your carbon footprint?”
“You’re literally eating death.”
“You don’t need protein from animals.”
And there it is—the holier-than-thou guilt trip dressed in cowhide. You could almost hear the chorus of dead cattle mooing in the background, but the real scream comes from the irony.
Let’s break this down, shall we?
🥩 Welcome to the Hypocrisy Circus
If you’re gonna come at me over my plate, while your boots look like they just walked out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, you better be ready for the rhetorical slaughterhouse. There’s a difference between ethical veganism and weaponized virtue-signaling—and far too many have confused the two.
I’ve got no issue with people who walk the walk. If you’re vegan and living it real, avoiding all animal products, not shouting at strangers over a sausage, and not treating your lifestyle like a badge of moral superiority—you do you.
But when your compassion ends where your aesthetic begins, you’ve officially become a walking contradiction wrapped in cow leather and doublethink.
🧠 The War Isn’t Against Meat — It’s Against Nuance
This isn’t just about food. It’s about hypocrisy masquerading as activism. About people whose identities are stitched together from slogans, TikTok infographics, and whatever’s trending on Reddit.
It’s about the performative warrior who calls you a murderer for eating a burger, but posts selfies in their leather Doc Martens with a soy latte in hand that’s been shipped 6,000 kilometers in single-use plastic.
It’s about convenience activism. Soundbite ethics. The morality of likes and filters.
You’re not saving the world, you’re cosplaying as a savior.
🎭 When Leather Boots Become a Religion
Let’s talk fashion.
Leather boots? Not vegan.
Glue in mass-market shoes? Often made from animals.
Vintage second-hand leather? Still a corpse on your foot, darling.
So when you walk into a BBQ looking like a cow gave its life for your lookbook, you’d better check yourself before you mouth off.
Real talk: ethics isn’t cosplay. You don’t get to cherry-pick your sins while crucifucking everyone else for theirs.
🔥 Grill First, Ask Questions Later
Let’s get something straight.
I’m not here to change your diet. I’m not here to convert anyone.
I’m here to point out that if your moral superiority hinges on attacking strangers in social settings while wearing death on your feet—you are not the hero. You are a goddamn clown in a leather circus.
What I am here to do is call bullshit. On the hypocrisy. On the fake activism. On the influencer-vegan pipeline that prioritizes clout over compassion.
Because let’s be honest: most of these BBQ-bashers wouldn’t last one day without oat milk lattes, leather handbags, and avocado toast picked by underpaid laborers across the globe. But sure, I’m the problem for eating a hot dog.
🤘 I Don’t Kneel to Clout-Clergy
I’m Xavi. I’m a metalhead. I’ve eaten worse things on tour than you’ll ever see at a BBQ. And I don’t kneel to your digital cult of algorithmic righteousness.
If you want to discuss ethics, let’s talk sweatshops. Let’s talk class struggle. Let’s talk about the corporations using your little plant-based stickers to greenwash genocide.
But nah—you’d rather film a TikTok of yourself crying next to a steakhouse.
🩸 Choose Your Enemies Wisely
You want a fight? Cool. But pick the right battlefield.
Don’t come at me with leather boots, a capitalist tech gadget in your hand, and a superiority complex so thick you could grill it—while telling me I’m the unethical one.
I eat meat. I wear my own skin. I don’t pretend I’m perfect.
But I’m not a walking contradiction pretending to be holy while knee-deep in corpse couture.
Final Words from the Flame
If you ever feel the urge to lecture someone mid-BBQ, do yourself a favor. Look down.
Are those leather boots?
Shut the fuck up.
Because this isn’t just about meat.
It’s about the war on hypocrisy.
And Venomous Sin doesn’t just play music. We declare fucking war.
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