The Judge RANTS!
Live To Eat...Or Be Eaten
I'm not a vegan.
I'm not a vegetarian.
I'm not even one of those 'vegetarians' who, notwithstanding, still eats fish and/or chicken.
Nor am I even one of those self-righteous, hypocritical humbugs who claim to be 'vegetarian' but - as Bill Bailey put it - eats meat <quote-mark finger waggles> 'ironically'.
No, I'm an inveterate corpse-muncher. But that doesn't mean that I can't see something seriously awry with this:
Let me see if I've got this right: A woman in Iceland saves a breed of goat from becoming extinct...so that they can then be killed and eaten in swish restaurants? And we're supposed to praise her for this?
Allied to the other Big Story of the week, of some USAnian bint who describes herself as a 'hardcore huntress' bravely bringing down a wild Hebridean goat, this quote from the zoologist Desmond Morris which I picked up today from Jeffery St. Clair's latest column for Counterpunch seems rather more than usually apt:
"In little more than a single century from 1820 to 1945, no less than fifty-nine million human animals were killed in inter-group clashes of one sort or another. We describe these killings as men behaving 'like animals', but if we could find a wild animal that showed signs of acting this way, it would be more precise to describe it as 'behaving like men'."