Only on an astrology forum can a question about vegetarians turn into an interstellar alien conspiracy and anti-war propaganda/mummy concerns by liberal nutcases.
Humans don't like dead things because dead things carry disease. I guess because of that little tidbit we must all be herbivores. On that note, we also don't like eating leaves, grass, or tree bark. Hmm just what do we like to eat?
If you guys are really against cooking, try eating corn or grains raw. Tell me how your stomach reacts. If you really want to get into a debate about unnatural foods humans have no business eating, I suggest you point your conspiracies in that direction.
The argument that raw meat isn't as easily digestible is moot when you consider the same argument is made for plant matter. Cooking vegetables makes them easier to digest. It's a fact. But wait MSO! You lose vitamins and minerals! Yeah, same thing with meat.
The assumption that Virgo Suns are somehow prone to being herbivorous is silly. I know plenty of Virgos that eat more meat than I do. As I type this, there are two Virgo Suns standing outside my apartment cooking hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill. I'm fairly certain they're not aliens. I'm also fairly certain they'd ridicule you for being picky in their caustic Virgo vernacular.
As a final point, who cares about being compassionate? Real carnivores will eat their prey while it's still alive. Humans at least have the decency to kill the animal in a quick and relatively painless way. Also keep in mind that animals do not think like human beings (because we're aliens, or at least genetically modified by them). They don't have thoughts like "Man, if only I wasn't here being fed tons and tons of food in an environment free of any natural predators!" but if they did, I'm sure that's what they'd be thinking.
There are thousands of varieties of leaves human beings will put in salads, grasses juiced for their delicious and nutritious juices and at least one type of bark everyone and their grandmother absolutely loves.
Hint: it begins with a C ends with an N and is found ground up in tons of baked goods and desserts.
I eat raw corn all the time and it tastes great. I don't know what kind of raw corn you've been trying to choke down but a ripe ear of corn is absolutely delicious picked right off the stalk. Raw oats are good too, ever tried those?
Plenty of different varieties of grain that are completely edible raw. The only real reason human beings ever progressed to cooking anything was so we could eat more of the stuff around us. Things previously too tough and inedible to eat (read: the only thing that survived in colder weather) got thrown in the cooking pot or over the fire. Any arguments for or against vegetarianism using cooking to prop them up are, in my opinion, moot for that reason so I agree with you there.
I really roll my eyes at you asking who cares about being compassionate. What an unnecessarily edgy and adolescent thing to say.
How presumptuous to assume understanding of how animals think and its relation to human thought. I've only seen evidence of some humans treating animals with decency. I've seen plenty of evidence of humans who seem incapable of that very simple moral endeavor.
As JupiterAsc pointed out, humans typically cage animals in atrocious living conditions for the entire duration of their lives (I can practically hear you scoffing derisively as you read this MSO). Animals in the wild, though they may suffer a painful end at the teeth of a natural predator, live freely in a natural environment for the duration of that life. The same cannot be said for factory farmed animals. It is not, by any stretch of the imagination, more humane to raise an animal in filthy, cramped and painful conditions for its entire life and to then slaughter it in an unceremoniously mechanical fashion. The only mercy in such a creature's life comes at that relatively quick death, whereas a free animal lives its entire life amongst nature's bounty.
And what a very foolish thing to say to imply an animal understanding its situation in a factory farm would think itself lucky and free from predation when being captured from the moment of birth to be raised as food for a human predator. Often castrated immediately, never allowed to run, many times never once smelling fresh air or tasting foods its ancestors ate for hundreds of thousands of years. Being surrounded from cradle to grave by the pained moans of its kin, the smell of their ****, **** and blood, their bellowing screams as they are led to the machine for slaughter, the atmosphere of perpetual fear and absolute despair. In nature, there is mercy in that you may run from your predator. In a slaughterhouse, your fate is predetermined before birth.
