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oca-rinn-a · 11 months
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The Ethics of What We Eat, Singer and Mason, published 2006
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jhoumous · 2 years
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Carnist anxiety
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theonlinevegan · 9 months
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vaaarnarebog · 1 year
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challenge:
tell me the trait that makes animals unworthy of respect and happy lives, why is it okay to hurt and kill them?
animals don't speak? some people don't either
they aren't as smart as humans? babies eint that smart either
they are alive to be eaten? would it be ok to breed people for food?
it goes on and on, any trait you can think of doesn't stand up when you put it on a human or even an animal you love because you cant morally justify hurting and killing a being that wants to live and be happy.
please just think (even do some research about what their lives and deaths are like) and do something about it.
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snowshinobi · 2 years
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i hope a herd of cows tramples you to death, fucking carnist
CAN WE KISS
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bravecrab · 2 years
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I've likely said it before, but it bears repeating: the argument of ethical consumption between vegan, vegetarian, and omnivorous diets is incomplete without discussing food distribution.
The environmental destruction involved in food production is vast and varied, from monoculture crops to deforestation for cattle farming, is also tied in with over-production and food waste due to poor distribution.
Food created for the community should be a right, not a paid for commodity. Obviously the farm workers must be compensated for their labour, as should everyone else for contributing to the community. In our current system we compensate labour with money, and that money should be able to get them the essentials they need, food, shelter, education, healthcare, etc. Yet it is apparent that that system is failing to provide those essentials.
Those essentials should be rights and should be accessible to the entire community that do the labour to create them. All the spoils to all the workers. A concern that may be brought up is, what about those who can't do the labour. Everyone contributes to the community, even if that is just through a kind ear and fine company. Keeping the community in high spirits is still a contribution.
What does that have to do with if I should eat meat or not? Well if the food doesn't go to the supermarket, it should get distributed differently, to homes and community kitchens. Food that would usually get thrown out because people can't or won't buy it can be accessed by those who need it. Less animals need to be slaughtered because there isn't as much waste. Also with more access to all food, there's easier choice on what you want your diet to be, no more choosing unhealthy or unethical food because it's cheaper.
Food should be a right (and so should housing, healthcare, and education but that's another rant), and we can't eat well and healthy until we address why it's not a right, and who is responsible.
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lisablack000 · 2 months
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b0tster · 7 months
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booo nice PLASTIC fur you chump. get real fur and buy an actually quality product that wont shed plastic into everything
im vegan lol
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is-the-owl-video-cute · 7 months
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Hey so since this post breached weirdo-containment and is being reblogged by a lot of normal people lately, the op of this post gets “um yikes op” messages because he’s a diaperfur who makes weird comments about wanting cartoon little girls to make out, draws feral cub, and has a collection of… weird posts referring to “dog cookie” (slang used by feral yiff and openly zoophilic furries for the vagina of a canine in heat) and other, well, no pun intended but, dogwhistles frequently seen in communities of online pedophiles and zoophiles. He’s also tried to pass off his fetish content as sfw in the past, no idea if he’s still up to that but he was last I saw him.
He went on a very prolonged tirade against me during the big reveal that agro-carnist has a fetish for drawing warrior cat rape and torture porn and has tried to accuse me of being a eugenicist because I have stated that I don’t believe pedophiles should be allowed to have children in their custody and have stated that chemical castration is a part of treatment for pedophilia. Chemical castration is non-permanent and reversible, just for the record, since most people don’t seem to know what it is and assume it’s acid that just eats your gonads into a pile of ash.
Anyway, would not recommend passing this post around because the “grey areas” op is referring to is sexualizing minors and animals lol.
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vegance · 9 months
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it’s always „you vegans have to realize that…“ followed by the most unhinged, blatantly false, off topic and easily disproven bullshit. the arrogance to believe you can teach me something new when you are to lazy to google what the main cause of deforestation in the amazon is….
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moralomnivore · 5 months
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Posting this absolutely deranged comment without context because otherwise it will drive me into madness
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jhoumous · 1 year
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What a relevant information ...
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theonlinevegan · 1 year
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daffodilhorizon · 8 months
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no one: a carnist: did you know [complete nonsense that was obviously created by a corporate propaganda team]? and that's why i hate vegans
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snowshinobi · 2 years
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carnist anon ... what light from yonder window breaks ... you are my sun
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aotearoa20 · 5 months
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Foresight Dark.
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He didn’t know what to expect for the fourth. He took Arafinwë’s remedies and prayed. Nerdanel says he’s hovered but he could not tell her why. Such conversations would lead to more advice he has no interest in heeding. It’s hardly necessary at any rate, Morifinwë has three older brothers who dote on him and a mother and grandfather who adore him. The chance he was ever alone was slim at best.
So the boy turned one and then two and Fëanáro got complacent. When he walked into the nursery one evening and saw a dark haired ellon standing over the bed he didn’t rush over. Makalaurë was one of the few who could quiet down Moryo when he was in a mood like this.
But he wasn’t singing. He spoke softly, using words Fëanáro couldn’t understand. Moryo looked at him, brow furrowed and listening intently. The child didn’t speak much though it worried Nerdanel a good deal more than him. He had been the same and no one would ever call him short on words.
The elf’s smile fell as he entered.
“What do you want?”
He doesn’t even look up, though his hand tightened around the side of the crib.
Dread pools in his stomach, he spoke as steadily as he could, “To check on my son.”
He scoffed and Fëanáro is surprised how much it stung. Dark eyes, sharp and piercing flick up and regard him with cool disinterest. He can’t help feel small under his gaze. His lips twist into a scowl and he stalked over to the fireplace. Though he cuts a far slighter figure than the one before Fëanáro can’t stop his heart from racing.
“Is this a dream? Am I dead?”
Fëanaro opens his mouth to speak but his words disappear like smoke.
“Ai Valar, please, I must be dead.”
“Morifinwë…”
The elf chuckled and turned back, his face now shadowed. His clothes were smeared in blood and dirt but he could tell they were once white. There were gems sewn into the fabric the gave him shimmering and ever shifting silhouette leant on the mantle piece.
“Are you real?” The boy asked, he once again looked him up and down, poking his shoulder for good measure.
“I… yes?”
“You look young, were you really so young?”
“Morifinwë…” a bit of ire leaking into his voice. He’s doing in on purpose. Pelting him with questions so he can’t get a word in. Fëanáro can tell by the glint in his eye and a self-satisfied smirk far too similar to his own. He knew this game he could play it -
“Did you love us?”
His mind stuttered to a stop, “What?”
Morifinwë shrugged and looked back down at he fireplace, “I can’t remember anymore.”
He wasn’t quite aware that he stepped forward until he felt of the fire. The face of his son is flushed from the heat of it. His fingers wrapped around his cold hands, there’s blood on them also. Why was there always blood?
“More than anything. How can you even ask such a thing”
Morifinwë twisted out of his grip, fast as a viper grabbing his own wrist and pulling him closer. This one too shall be taller than him, he thought grimly. It’s terrifying how fast his expression shifted. There is an old fire burning in his eyes that kindles at the sight of him and he snarled.
“Then why did you die! Why did you leave us? Those were not your last words.” His voice rose with every word and the child in the crib behind whined. For a moment Fëanáro watched him turn to his younger self, shooting him a rather unimpressed glare. To his surprise, the baby quietened down with a little pout.
“I - “ Fëanáro shook his head, this is enough, the boy didn’t want an answer but he did, “What happened?”
Morifinwë barked a laugh and released him. He took a step back and shook his head. The boy seemed barely aware when Fëanáro reached out again and placed a hand on his arm.
“Moryo,” he pleaded, there was no time. They were never there long, “Tell me, let me fix this.”
“No.”
He looked surprised at his own answer. Fëanáro’s heart sank when he saw his son look up and meet his eyes, for he could see the decision was made and he would not be swayed. He shook his head and shoved his fear back down his throat.
“There’s no time, why wouldn’t you - “
“I’m married.”
“Stop.”
“I married an aftercomer. Her name was Haleth.”
“Morfinwë, your brothers are downstairs, I have seen what will happen to them - “
“I never told anyone, you may as well know.”
“I… I am glad for you and shall be glad to meet her but - “
“You won’t. But if I tell you, if you change - I may never meet her.”
“Oh, Moryo….”
He chuckled and Fëanáro could scream. He is as mad as the others. He cannot save them, how can he save them?
“I’m a monster, you know.”
Fëanáro grabbed his shoulders and shook him, “Do not say such things.”
Caranthir hissed back with just as much venom, “You don’t know what I’ve done, you don’t know what I’d do again for the singular bright summer of my entire life.”
“I love you, Carnister,” His heart spilled out of his chest without warning. He hadn���t even realised how much his question had been gnawing at him until the words left his lips, “More than anything. More than life. More than all the jewels of the the earth and works of my hands, you must - “
His son shoved him off like his touched burned him. Fëanáro couldn’t understand the look on his face but he hated it.
“I’ll see you in the damned void.”
He turned on his heel and disappeared
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