Nah, veganism is a religion. You don’t get into a religion because of pictures of meat.
Now, pictures like this may turn someone’s stomach and make them stop wanting to eat meat, though I have no idea how damn wimpy someone would have to be for this picture to bother them, but a piece of meat in front of them wouldn’t.
Hell, I’ve been wrist deep inside of wounds and it didn’t turn me vegan. I’ve cleaned up road kill and it didn’t turn me vegan.
This is just some clean meat decorated. It’s no different than stuffing a turkey, or butterflying a chicken breast, or doing a stuffed roast, or a braciole.
Seriously, I’m being a dick here, but you have to be a giant fucking wimp to see this picture and be so grossed out that you stop eating meat. Like, any motherfucker that can’t handle this picture would fucking die if they ever had to actually kill their own food. And that’s such a massively wimpy thing, I can’t think of a word for how utterly fucking lame that is. Like, motherfuckers, what the fuck would you do if you got injured and saw your own muscles? Pass the fuck out and die, that’s what would happen.
Are people really that disconnected from reality? That the sight of some clean meat is some kind of horror? Jesus fucking Christ on a pogo stick, how sheltered does someone have to be for that? I mean, offense intended, but anyone that grossed out by this picture needs to grow the fuck up and get some life experience.