“I despise anyone who hunts,” he glared at the LandRovers filled with men and guns. “You don’t eat meat?” I asked.
“Course I do.”
“Somebody has to kill the sentient beings you eat.” “Sentient! Animals can’t think, they react,” my companion grunted. “So eating them’s not an issue” “But hunting them is?”
“Hunting’s cruel, the fear of the chase….”
“There’s the fear of being transported to an abattoir, of waiting your turn, the smell of blood, watching your friends being kill
You walked from shade to shade because your skin crisps under direct sunlight, even greengrocers’ brown paper bags crackle, so dry is the air. From 10am until six in the evening, the pounding heat determines which activities you chose. This is August in Southern France, 2019. Imagine that this could, probably will become Southern England, 2025. You may laugh, but things are already shifting in this direction in countless little ways. Every aspect of our complex interaction wi
Did you hear the news on Monday? You'll possibly say, "Probably." Did you register what they said about the state of the world? "Most likely." You registered it and thought about it? "Maybe." "Stop eating meat!" The UN spokesperson said loud and clear across the world's radio waves. "How will that help?" By diminishing the hugely complex and environmentally weighty supply chain which feeds cattle, which has rid us of vast chunks of the Amazon, to name but one environment we'