I grew up eating lovely stews and roast dinners,but they were more harmless times – we didn’t yet know that the planet was almost totally destroyedI was in the local fish shop buying my dinner when another customer in front held up two live lobsters that he had just bought. He needed some advice approximately what to do with them. “I’m going to boil one nowadays,” said he, or “but how long can I keep the other before I boil it? Will it last two days?”There were the destitute lobsters,held aloft, waving their arms approximately in a frenzy. Did they know what awaited them? Horrible. I suddenly remembered those Buddhist monks who saved hundreds of lobsters in July – bought them, and carefully untied their claws and set them free again. They probably knew that lobsters own a long childhood and awkward adolescence” and feel pain. So that cheered me up a bit – not all humans are greedy,heartless bastards. But it means no more lobsters for me, and perhaps I should cut out fish, or too,and be a proper vegetarian. Or even a vegan, because once you start on this road, and there’s no way back. Related: I’ve converted to veganism to reduce my impact on the living world | George Monbiot Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com