I decided to look at how vegetarians are portrayed in the media. 

 

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.  ~Paul McCartney

 

Good old PETA always has a graphic take on animal cruelty.  View at your own risk the following video:

 

Here is a less extreme argument for vegetarianism:

 

 

I don't alway agree with PETA's extreme advertising and I think they end up turning a lot of people off from their crusade, rather than adding supporters. 

 

Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn!  You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak!  Bury a sheep, and nothing happens but decay.  ~George Bernard Shaw

 

 

I've heard vegetarians called all sorts of names:  hippies, earth biscuits, tree huggers, granola. 

Here are some photos of tree huggers.  I'm not sure if they are all vegetarians, but I can assume the panda is. 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some unfamous people who I know for a fact are vegetarians:

 

 

 

 

 

And here are some famous people who I don't know for a fact are vegetarians:

 

 

 

One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;" and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.  ~Henry David Thoreau

 

The "Humane Mother Goose" by James O. Mayer:

 

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

No, sir, no, sir,

Not for you to pull,

Don't lock me up, sir,

And don't give me pain,

And don't try to use me

For your personal gain.

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Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy's never hunting,

Would not use animal skins

To wrap the baby bunting in.

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Goosey, goosey gander,

Wither shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs

And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man

Who was in such despair,

I took him gently by the arm

And gave him tender care.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Humpty Dumpty

Sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty

Had a great fall;

But some brave horses

And some kind men

came and caught Humpty

In a soft pen.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hush-a-bye, baby,

On the tree top,

When the wind blows

The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks

The cradle won't fall,

Mommy will catch you,

Cradle, and all.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Jack Sprat would eat no fat,

His wife would eat no lean,

They loved the animals, you see,

So lived on grains and beans.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Little Ms Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating her

Soy curd pate;

There came a big spider,

Who sat down beside her,

And so she said,

"Please, won't you stay?"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;

Four and twenty blackbirds,

Escaped from a pie.

When the pie was opened,

The birds began to sing;

"How dare you try to catch us

And put us in that thing!"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Taffy was a Welshman,

Taffy ate no meat;

Taffy came to my house

And said he hated beef.

I said to Taffy then,

"Tell me why you moan."

Taffy said no creature

Should have flesh torn from bone.

I said to Taffy then,

"I get what you said.

I'll never eat meat again,

I'll just be veggie-fed."

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There was a little man,

And he had a little gun,

And his bullets were made

Of lead, lead, lead;

He went to the brook,

To shoot a little duck,

but he chose to save him

Instead, stead, stead.

He took his gun home

To his kind wife Joan,

And bade her a fire for

To make, make, make,

There to destroy the gun

He used in the brook,

Never to remake that

Mistake, take, take.

So he went to the brook

With some bread in a pail,

To feed the little duck

'Til dark, dark, dark.

He went home hoping

They'd meet again soon,

And away flew the duck with

A quack, quack, quack.

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There was an old woman

Who lived in a shoe,

She knew of homeless children

And she hoped to help a few,

So she gave them a home

And she kept them well-fed;

She kissed them all gently

And put them to bed.

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This little piggie's not for market,

He shall live happily at home,

Eating his corn and his mashed beets,

Merrily he likes his fun.

This little piggie's content and free on his own.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

See them have fun!

They all ran up to

The farmer's wife,

She gave them some fruit

Much to their delight,

She's doing her part

To sustain all life,

With three kind mice.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

To market, to market,

To buy peas and figs;

Home again, home again,

Jiggity-jig;

To eat with the vegetables

Grown near the bog;

Home again, home again,

Jiggity-jog.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Tom, Tom,

The piper's son,

Saved a pig

And away he run;

So none could eat

The pig so sweet,

Together they ran

Down the street.

 

 

 

 Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.  ~Albert Einstein

 

 

 

 

In honor of the recent holiday, here's a picture of a vegetarian Thanksgiving dinner: