Uhh the left one, obviously

I hear you.

Counterpoint: animals may very well have thoughts on this, but we will likely never know because there is not a common ground for exchanging thoughts between [an overwhelming majority] of species.

I can’t quantify the number of times I’ve seen animals hunt others out of what amounts to an observed potential of either instinct or boredom: it may seem contrite, but domesticated cats hunting mice. They will play with mice, toy with them when the mice are clearly half-dead, and stop playing with them out of boredom when the mice can no longer move. Almost for sport. This is an observed behaviour that may be a byproduct of their domestication, but it gives credence to the fact that its not all for survival.

I’m not justifying the hunting of animals for profit; I am in the camp of thought that its a horrible practice. The same goes for hunting endangered animals. However, to hunt animals for food is not an unjust practice. That’s how we homo sapiens get a good amount of protein (though I do concede that there are also plenty of other ways to do so). It is historically encoded into human existence.

Ooh, gatekeeping for the omnivores and carnivores.

Guess I’m glad that checks notes cats, dogs, owls, cheetahs, and most of the Animal Kingdom don’t have thoughts that are valid?

To be fair, I meant to title it ‘Totes McYes.’

Typos can make things confusing

I’m a parent, and I sponsor this message.

Just milking it for more than a decade as well as prong other platforms to continue milking it

Right?! This was just a low-effort repost to get some laughs. It actually ended up making me laugh hard today with how ridiculous it’s gotten.

And the angel of the lord came unto me, Snatching me up from my place of slumber, And took me on high and higher still Until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself, And he brought me unto a vast farmland of our own Midwest, And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil; One thousand, nay, a million, voices full of fear, And terror possessed me then, And I begged “Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?”, And the angel said unto me “These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, Tomorrow is harvest day, and to them, it is the holocaust!” And I sprang from my slumber, drenched in sweat, Like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared “Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!”

Well, this escalated rather quickly…

It’s a joke. Lighten up.

Also, label it what you want, but I’m a millennial.

His name was Robert Paulson.