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The conservative writers over at The GW Patriot aren’t so bad–more David Brooks than Michael Savage, they know waterboarding’s torture. Plus, when one of them eats a vegan cinnamon bun and discovers to his horror that he likes it, the resulting cascade of self-doubt and overcompensation is far more exciting than any Brooks column.

Writer WHP, the offending bun-lover, opens by explaining which herbivores are in trouble with him, and which are not:

The first and most common, Vegetarianism, is just a simple refusal to consume animal flesh; I find this to be most acceptable considering that people do it for a whole variety of reasons, not just because they are against consuming animal flesh on “ethical” ground. The second, and oddest, is Veganism.

I’ve heard the same thing–”Vegetarians are cool with me, but vegans, get out of here!”–from at least three different people at Georgetown, and the implication that anyone is waiting for their approval about someone else’s diet is baffling.

A crisis of faith, after the jump

WHP held back his disgust with these food chain up-enders long enough to eat one of their animal-free cinnamon buns and BLTs. Disconcerted that he actually liked them, he was faced with a choice: the revocation of his standing invitation to College Republicans parties, or a strenuous self-criticism:

Now, before everyone starts going off on me, calling me a Crunch Con or just a flat-out Hippie, let me say that I still think Vegans are crazy and mistaken in their “ethical” decision not to consume animal products, but damn-it if they don’t make some pretty good food.

I’m worried about the crowd WHP hangs out with. He’s talking like a brownshirt with a secret predilection for modernism.

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