The Vegan Darkness

Reblog: The Wisdom in Anger

Why Vegans Don't Eat Bugs: A Rebuttal to James McWilliams

Welcome to Mordor

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I have often complained that the town where I live proliferates with half-vacant strip malls and mostly deserted office parks, so imagine my dismay a few weeks ago when I heard the familiar drone of construction cranes scraping what was left of the grassland by the water retention pond in back of my apartment building.

Reblog: Nature's Law and Our Relationship with Animals

Cool Activism and Hot Activism: Why I Changed My Mind About DXE and Chipotle

Ebola is Coming

Kimberly's picture

“With regard to the lower sort, and many of a middling rank, the scene was still more affecting; for they staying at home either through poverty, or hopes of succour in distress, fell sick daily by thousands, and, having nobody to attend them, generally died: some breathed their last in the streets, and others shut up in their own houses, when the stench that came from them made the first discovery of their deaths to the neighbourhood. And, indeed, every place was filled with the dead.”

-A description of the Black Plague of 1348 from Giovanni Boccaccio, The Decameron

Role Reversals and the Death of A Thousand Cuts

The Next 500 Years

Reblog: The Ethics of Your Personal Journey

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Reblogging my article from the Pagan Activist blog. It comes from conversations Kimberly, mutual friends, and I have had. Sometimes people talk about morality as being about one's own spiritual journey, and I raise some objections to that.

Today I wanted to write about something I’ve seen a lot of lately. When you become a vegan – or a feminist, an environmentalist, an activist of any flavor – you start to notice things. You have interactions with people that you didn’t have before.

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