To Ghost:

If you are as you say it is, that eating plants is the real cruelty, then you must surly endure a torturous moral dilemma everytime you are hungary. Then you go to the grocery story and you step into what must be a holding house for carcuses--the smell of decomposing plant flesh strongly deters your appetite. But eat you must or starve to death--like the salmon that eat their young for provisions! Good thing the meat section is usually located elsewhere, lest you faint upon entering such a ghastly compound. And who are these animal- and plant-flesh eating zombies who aimlessly wander the compound picking at whim these dead creatures for consumption, indeed enjoyment? Eggplant Parmigiano...Oh my God! Is there not another way? But the hungar pangs are ever more severe. So eat you must of these slaughtered plants and animals lest you parish and return to the ground for the worms and plants to eat of your remains.