Hypocrites, part one

You should be banned, by law, from using one argument to justify your beliefs, and then trying to ban others from using the same argument on another topic or belief.
For example, I have heard people say "Homosexuals are born that way", and later say something along the lines of "humans shouldn't eat animals, they are above that."

I finally got around to replying something like: "Hey, look in my mouth, I have these things hanging down, they get in the way when I'm eating carrots. Do you know what I am talking about?"
nooo... (that was the reply)
"They are my canine teeth, you idiot! I was born this way, now leave me alone."

It worked! For now...

But of course that's not fair of me; I mean just because you have pointy teeth doesn't mean that you have to use them.
WHAT?!?!
That sounds just about the same as being equipped for heterosexually and not using it that way. Yup, it's hypocrisy, and it gets old.


"Vegans are closet fascists"
-???

The Death Clinic of Doom and Despair and All Other Uncomfortable Happenings

So I am severely allergic to cats. And dogs. And about everything, come to think of it, but cats are definitely the worst, and none of the others cause me physical discomfort on a regular basis. I am in the process of getting desensitization shots for my cat and dog allergies at our local "clinic". If all goes according to plan, about a thousand needles from now I'll be cured!
But there is one littles problem. A "hitch", so to speak, in my "giddyup".
They have a cat. Oh yeah, they have a cat in the same medical facility that is supposed to cure me of cats.
So do they get rid of it? Do they apologize? Do they care??!?! He'no they don't! I get to wait outside for them to get around to giving me my shots, and then I have to wait twenty more minutes-outside- for them to come out and make sure that I haven't died from the concentrated allegens that they finally got around to injecting into my arms.
I write all this because today they took an hour and ten minutes (their record is one hour and twenty eight) to get around to injecting me (a process that takes a whopping 42 seconds) and it was freezing outside.
This is not an exaggeration, it was 29 degrees, and it was windy. It seems that their secretary failed to mention that I had arrived FOR MY APPOINTMENT, and since it takes all of two minutes (on a slow day) to prepare my shots, they must have been much too busy to attend to me. I watched no less than seven different people enter (get healed, or whatever) and leave the building during my wait. It's comforting, watching the walk-ins get taken care of; inside; where it's warm, while you stuggle against your benodryl to stay awake, and knowing-deep down-that this all is for the best.
Needless to sat, they are not on my good side.