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Old 09-01-2008, 08:41 AM posted to uk.business.agriculture,uk.rec.gardening
Adenoid Hynkel . Adenoid Hynkel            . is offline
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Default Recommended viewing: BBC3 - Kill It, Cook It, Eat It returns this time the killing of infant animals as young as three weeks!

On Wed, 09 Jan 2008 01:23:54 +0000 (GMT), "Dave Liquorice"
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On Tue, 08 Jan 2008 17:27:48 +0000, Adenoid Hynkel . wrote:

I suggest you get over it, and find something else to worry about.

Quite, and I'm a vegetarian. If it came down to me or a fluffy bunny,
sorry bunny you're going to die,


It's not down to you or bunny though is it!


Read what I wrote "*If* it came down.to me or fluffy bunny...". I don't
eat dead animals if I can avoid it but have no qualms about killing and
eating an animal if I had to.


In the UK we don't need to so there is no *if*!

There is plenty of lovely veggie food choice,


True enough provided the supermarket still has it on the shelves... If
they don't I won't last very long on a diet of grass, the rabbits do
though and I'll live a lot longer eating rabbit than grass.


Does it not shame you to think in a time of crisis you'd die without a
supermarket shelf!

Open your eyes it's a big world out there and was long before Mr Tesco
came along. Vegetables are the easiest thing in the world to grow.

and simply no need to eat animals. So why do it?


I don't as rule but would if I had to.









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