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“There is no place left for the buffalo to roam. There’s only corn, wheat, and soy. About the only animals that escaped the biotic cleansing of the agriculturalists are small animals like mice and rabbits, and billions of them are killed by the harvesting equipment every year. Unless you’re out there with a scythe, don’t forget to add them to the death toll of your vegetarian meal. They count, and they died for your dinner, along with all the animals that have dwindled past the point of genetic feasibility.”

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Book:The Vegetarian Myth: Food, Justice, and Sustainability
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The Vegetarian Myth: Food, Justice, and Sustainability

This book delves into the complexities of vegetarianism, examining its effects on food production, social equity, and ecological balance. It challenges conventional beliefs about vegetarianism and its implications for various aspects of life. more

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Lierre Keith
Lierre Keith

Lierre Keith is a writer born in 1964. Her works often explore themes such as ecology, social justice, and feminism. more

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