Long-discarded concepts of sin reentered his brain. I thought maybe they were these horrible sinners being reincarnated as pigs, as food animals, and this was their punishment. Maybe Hitler reborn, because that's what he deserves. I mean these were the crazy ideas that went through my mind. He began taking it out several nights a week with two buddies, one his childhood pal, Eddie Rizzo, whom he'd converted to veggiedom with a soliloquy in a diner describing the brutality pigs endure en route to becoming sausage on a pizza.
Truth can be painful.
As for commercial TV, fat chance. Give them crocodiling for dollars any day. Howard Rosenberg's column appears Mondays and Fridays. What a wasted opportunity, one that could have helped animals instead of celebrating a self-serving buffoon who uses them to praise himself. In his signature moppy hair, khaki shirt and shorts, Irwin has built a career out of using reptiles and other animals as personal props in front of cameras under the pretense of aiding them.