What you’d call naive, i’d call it idealistic.
Like 99% of GMO soy is used for animals. If I am naive if I exlusively buy organic and regional (at least from the same country, not the other side of the world) legumes and soy products, so be it…
All that glyphosate has gone to your brain budd
From what i’ve seen in documentaries about Roundup rural regions have more miscarriages and malformed babies so i guess the main risk is still exposure in the direct environment (living and drinking tap water in areas with a lot of conventional agriculture).
I assumed pesticides were like antibiotics where the stuff is stored inside fat and muscle tissue and found in high concentrations in meat products aswell but it seems i was wrong. Most articles online found high concentrations on conventionally produced fruits and vegetables.
I’m not gonna change your mind by arguing with you on the internet, and I’m not trying to, but I’m genuenly curious: How can you eat something you raised? I’ve had chickens, rabbits and dogs in the past and I couldn’t imagine eating them. Each one was an individual and had their own personality and character. I’d probably puke if someone told me I’ve just eaten them.
Chickens are easy, I don’t name them or interact other than feeding. Although I did have trouble with the last female last year. Put her into the chicken holder and she managed to get out.
We do have 3 egg layers that are 8-9 now and couldnt eat them
Pigs, I interact daily, give them scratches and treats. We send them to an abittoir.
Everything dies eventually, at least I know they had a good life while it lasted.
We do have 3 egg layers that are 8-9 now and couldnt eat them
I’ve heard that kind of attachement to favorite animals from a couple of farmers. Perhaps this is psychologically similar to a teacher having a teachers pet while all others “move on”?
Pigs, I interact daily, give them scratches and treats. We send them to an abittoir.
Ah okay, so is your existentce is dependent on animal farming? So it’s like a “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”-kind of situation…
Everything dies eventually, at least I know they had a good life while it lasted.
It sounds like you really do care, but their existence is imo rather needlessly (and in some cases horrifically) cut short, no?
Maybe i’ve thought about this to much but I always ask myself: How old would domesticated animal get if they are not slaughtered and can I justify this choice by the imo neglible gains (not having to take as many supplements and the taste i am accustomed from my youth) I gets from a omnivorous diet?
Hahahah, oh how naive you are. All that glyphosate has gone to your brain budd
What you’d call naive, i’d call it idealistic. Like 99% of GMO soy is used for animals. If I am naive if I exlusively buy organic and regional (at least from the same country, not the other side of the world) legumes and soy products, so be it…
From what i’ve seen in documentaries about Roundup rural regions have more miscarriages and malformed babies so i guess the main risk is still exposure in the direct environment (living and drinking tap water in areas with a lot of conventional agriculture).
I assumed pesticides were like antibiotics where the stuff is stored inside fat and muscle tissue and found in high concentrations in meat products aswell but it seems i was wrong. Most articles online found high concentrations on conventionally produced fruits and vegetables.
I’m not gonna change your mind by arguing with you on the internet, and I’m not trying to, but I’m genuenly curious: How can you eat something you raised? I’ve had chickens, rabbits and dogs in the past and I couldn’t imagine eating them. Each one was an individual and had their own personality and character. I’d probably puke if someone told me I’ve just eaten them.
Chickens are easy, I don’t name them or interact other than feeding. Although I did have trouble with the last female last year. Put her into the chicken holder and she managed to get out.
We do have 3 egg layers that are 8-9 now and couldnt eat them
Pigs, I interact daily, give them scratches and treats. We send them to an abittoir.
Everything dies eventually, at least I know they had a good life while it lasted.
I’ve heard that kind of attachement to favorite animals from a couple of farmers. Perhaps this is psychologically similar to a teacher having a teachers pet while all others “move on”?
Ah okay, so is your existentce is dependent on animal farming? So it’s like a “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas”-kind of situation…
It sounds like you really do care, but their existence is imo rather needlessly (and in some cases horrifically) cut short, no? Maybe i’ve thought about this to much but I always ask myself: How old would domesticated animal get if they are not slaughtered and can I justify this choice by the imo neglible gains (not having to take as many supplements and the taste i am accustomed from my youth) I gets from a omnivorous diet?