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*I wrote these during a conversation about eating meat, vegetarians, animals, etc as I had just watched The Cove and was discussing it with FB friends. 

I totally understand. It's so difficult to separate them, a life is a life, I lean to the Native American belief (Voodoo as well) that the Earth gives sustenance and we must only take what we need at the same time giving back (replacing) there is a balance and a circle of life and food chain. It's hard to be an omnivorous human with a respect for life, but I've learned what my body needs and what it has evolved for.
I would feel evil saying a dolphin is more conscious and self aware than a cow, the only difference is cattle were bred into what we have today specifically for food, although the sheer volume now is destroying the environment and land not to mention being pumped with hormones and treated cruelly, I support Kosher Beef whenever one can find it. Perhaps we should go back to deer, taking only what we need and making it illegal to just hunt for a nice rack & leave the body/meat to waste and rot when we have children in our own towns going to bed hungry.
It's a fine line and a hard choice for some of us. I've cut down as much as I can.


*This is just a general statement about the movie itself (The Cove)


It was just as horrifying as watching a room full of people be surrounded and killed. Screaming, flailing, trying to run...I'll do everything I can from my little cubby in the world to stop it. There is SO much out there like that, tho'. It seems so overwhelming and 2 steps forward, 3 steps back like. Evil isn't some guy in red PJ's who feeds on Christians. It's in us, it's what we choose to do with our world, our planet and the creatures in it.

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