A special dose of weirdness courtesy of Suicide Food, with a combination of a scary product and some brilliant satirical writing. Livestock transporters are fucking creepy, and as for chicken trucks... totally something you'd want a minature version of for your kids. Gawd, so much talk about how raising kids vegan messes them up, but so little about how normalising the taking of life in an imaginative range of ways and locations might do the job of warping the little dears a whole lot more efficiently.
30*cough*something English vegan in Scotland. Enamoured of ducks and coffee. Not enamoured of finding milk in a packet of cashew nuts. I make cake and sometimes make trouble. I don't bite unless the intended victim asks nicely and offers chocolate. That's part of what being vegan is about.