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Bat Soup and the Kung Flu: Repulsion Alert

by on January 27, 2020

When it comes to locating the cause of the Coronavirus outbreak Paul Joseph Watson says “Eat the bat, bigot.”

The images of the classic Chinese Bat Soup may well turn your stomach. They turned mine. You have been warned.

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  • Auntie Analogue January 27, 2020, 9:39 PM

    Robin’s come down with the grippe! There’s no time to waste. Quick, Alfred, heat the Bat Soup!

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  • PA Cat January 28, 2020, 3:00 PM

    Gerard, if you think that the cruelty inflicted on Chinese bats is appalling, you don’t want to know how the Chinese prepare cats and dogs for human consumption. I’m not going to post any links here. Meanwhile, cuddle Miss Olive extra protectively tonight and tell her that she’s blessed to have a good home in the U.S.A.

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  • Snakepit Kansas January 28, 2020, 3:32 PM

    I unwittingly ate hog brains several times at a bar/restaurant close to where I lived while in the Philippines. Pork sisig was quite good, mixed in with grilled onions, local chilis, ginger, garlic and kalamansi (tiny limes) juice. Served on a screaming hot cast iron plate, an egg as cracked on top of it all, stirred and cooked in instantly. Side of steamed rice and San Mig beer, it was fantastic. But once I found out it was hog brains, well, no more.

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  • ghostsniper January 28, 2020, 5:14 PM

    Is it true that “you are what you eat”?

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