What the Zuck?

So I grew up on a farm, and I've seen plenty of animals meet their ends: chickens, goats, pigs -- even our pet dog took a bullet to the head when my grandfather said it was his time. Point is, I am no stranger to the idea of animals being killed, both for food and out of pity.

But then some rich asshat publicizes that he's taken up a one-year personal challenge out of making the only meat he eats come from animals he's killed himself.

Now, if you're like me, the first time you read that you might think of it as some kind of witty way to announce yourself becoming a vegetarian. Well, not the case for Mark Zuckerberg. Apparently, he's been taking animals literally out to pasture by slitting their throats with the aide of farmhands.

So like I said, I'm not a newbie to animal deaths, but the gross thing that Zuck is get away with is touting his needless personal slaughtering of animals by claiming that he's doing it so that he can 1) "[be] thankful for what [he has]" and 2) "[learn] a lot about sustainable farming and raising animals".

What the Zuck? That's just wrong...

Look first off, if you're a billionaire and you want to be thankful for what you have, I suggest taking up something more constructive than the killing of domesticated animals. Cure a disease, found a hospital, launch a new public imitative -- all great services to humanity. Need to be more hands on? Volunteer at a nursing home, build houses where people need them, or teach at under privileged schools. Well, maybe Zuck has been there-and-done-that, but let me tell you, awakening a deadened sense of grace through the pulsating splatter of chicken blood shows little more than a perverted misuse of one's wealth.

Second, how exactly is the personal slaughter of animals in anyway related to sustainable farming? Last I checked, one animal feeds many more than one human, so if you're the one wielding the blade in properly running society, you ought to be specializing in it. Honestly, Zuck, I don't care how many hours you spent walking around the farm learning about it, whacking a goat is not hands-on education; it's sad ego-tripping over a new experience and it's time you owned up to it.