Linda and I agreed not to buy any more pork. No bacon, the chops, no pig at all.
I can't face being a vegetarian. But maybe I can eliminate one meat at a time. Pig farming to me is especially egregious. Highly intelligent individuals being raised in a brutal way.
That's it, I'm done.
I wrote a book called Tuskers, about a wild pig apocalypse, little knowing that my research would change anything. I tried to ignore it for a while, but I keep coming back to the discomfort with the idea of killing these creatures.
I don't know that I'll be a fanatic about it. If I'm a visitor at a house and they happen to serve pork, I won't make a stink about it.
But I can do this much.
Now I just have to be careful not to write a book about a cow apocalypse.