I’m as close to vegetarian as you can get without being a vegetarian. I can eat fish and chicken, because I believe they are soulless freaks, pecking and drifting their life away. I can’t eat anything warm and furry, it’s just the way I am. I get meat, believe me. I kind of wish I was eating a steak right now, but then I think about giving a cow a hug and riding it around a ranch with a big smile on my face. That makes me not want to shove a knife in it’s belly purely for a fleeting moment of sustenance.
If it were up to me, people would be forced to butcher their own meat, that way the fragile fiber of life could be respected just a little bit more.