I read this blog post by a woman who got very supercilious about how all killing is wrong, from the smallest microorganisms all the way up to humans, and all the tasty bits of meat in between. She refused to hear any arguments to the contrary. Her opinion was not just an opinion, it was fact. Conversely, dissenting opinions weren't opinions either, they were lies.
So right now, her blog is loaded up with lovely pictures of cut roses in vases from her husband, who gave her roses over the holiday weekend and just got her two dozen more.
They will, of course, be DEAD in a couple of days. Did she not kill them, or at least have a hand in their respective demises?
I'm not questioning the motives behind her opinion. I actually find that kind of noble.
It's just her means of conveying it, really. I take offense at being told that my not agreeing with her means that I am wrong.
I guess I just sort of want to have the Triffids stop by her house and tell her they're there to defend their friends, the poor, dead roses.