Late reply. Sorry. Try walking into a slaughterhouse at night and smellin the flesh blood and fear of a hundred screaming slaves. There’s no rhetoric or high horses. This is the most widespread horror the world has ever seen. Fuck your attitude.
Bon Appetit introduced me to the idea of miso polenta and it’s now a staple for me. Goes amazing with anything. Cheap as fuck. Good as fuck. Dress it with some oil and you can easily make it look like a top class dish. I’ve been fighting to get it on the menu at the vegan restaurant I’m the chef at but polenta is real difficult to serve to order in a reasonable time
Sorry I’ve replied to another comment of yours but I’d just like to ask you why you aren’t vegan (which you presumably aren’t). Again sorry I’m badgering you a bit but you interest me
Sure that guys comment there was odd but how is his first comment off at all? Animal enslavement and slaughter is horrific. Its unnecessary. It’s the most pointed brutal tip of humanity’s ego and destruction. I’ve seen slaughterhouse workers in my hometown in Ireland turn to every drug under the sun to deal with the PTSD from the industry. It destroys everything it touches by design. I hope in your lifetime you’ll see the world turn against it and join us
Ok sure but again, absolutely minuscule backroom topic compared to the enduring struggle for animal rights. I can comment about things I feel strongly about and I will. You’re just being quite strange to be honest. Lemmy has nothing to do with my own thoughts
Please stop with your odd content obsession. I’m only addressing your comment you shared with us. I have no interest in a protracted period of finding vegan solarpunk “content”. The issue is obvious and the solution is obvious and I put a lot of energy into the cause but on a different platform than this. There’s no pissing contest. I’m rightfully angry.
Having to teach adults that enslaving and slaughtering animals isn’t a good thing gets very, very tiring after a very short time considering the immediate horror of the situation and the unending stubbornness of pissbaby carnists