Many of the women I know were strongly against the use of the U.S. military earlier this year. I have been perplexed. Many of these women are intelligent, many are strong people, some can be vicious fighters when they are angry. So why are they blind to the world we live in and so willing to live in their fantasy Camelot?

My memory suggests that this female anti-military wimpiness is recent. In fact, the few women I know who appreciate the necessity of war have the same element in common. They have lived on farms.

Which is why I bring up chickens. Chickens are sold live in Chinatown and Clement Street, almost entirely to Asians. I didn’t see any Asians in the San Francisco Peace Marches. The photo on the right is a truck at the Wednesday farmer’s market that sells live chickens. Only Asians buying them.

To me the connection is: If you have to kill chickens (and fish) to eat, you can’t be living in Camelot. Killing chickens to cook has always helped women in the past to be real human beings, not wimps. Killing chickens was always brutal and messy; it offset the fact that women were seldom in the military.