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The long road to vegetarianism. Top Story - July 2026.
Sometimes you get a feeling in the pit of your stomach that meat is murder, and you can't face another morsel of another once-living, breathing animal between your teeth, sliding down your throat to be digested in your intricate system of tubes and acids. Sometimes. But not for me. It's taken me a long time, on various roads To reach that startling conclusion I am on the long road to vegetarianism— a road with many milestones of meats I shall say goodbye to. I believe it is right for me. I love animals and hate the poor, harsh treatment they endure, hate the chemicals and hormones pumped into them for commerce. But I will miss steaks and chicken and ribs and burgers and bacon. Sometimes the road to vegetarianism is paved with longing of a forlorn variety. Sometimes the best decisions are the hardest to make. So here I find myself edging closer to my destination On the long road to vegetarianism.
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