2009
Apparently, it’s true. It’s not in my Oxford American Dictionary but I do assign “different values or rights to beings on the basis of their species membership.” Yes, I do. I kill wasps, I step on ants, I kill mice and moths and flies and mosquitoes and lice when my cats have had them…and I eat meat.
According to British psychologist Richard D. Ryder, who coined the term in 1970 (his website here), “Speciesism and racism both overlook or underestimate the similarities between the discriminator and those discriminated against.”
As you can see from my unashamed admission above, you can take anything too far. According to Mr. Ryder, there is not a human on the planet who is a speciesist. Why is that? We all kill tiny microbes on our body, germs, viruses, tiny little things we can’t even see with our own eyes. And we do it all the time, indiscriminately. It’s a holocaust! Genocide on a vast scale.
Yet Vegans have chosen to direct the word at those who eat meat. Never mind that most of them do not eat their veggies crawling with bugs. Yes, bugs are killed folks so that you can eat your veggies. So when you start eating your veggies with all the original inhabitants of the plant of your choice, then we can talk about speciesism. Until then, I suggest you plant yourself in front of a mirror, never take a shower or a bath, and…well, just don’t move, because if you do, you might be smashing another lifeform, and as you yourself say, their lives are just as valuable as yours.
Seriously folks, when you start assigning microbes to the same level as humans, then you might as well just exterminate yourselves or voluntarily die off. I know there’s a group out there somewhere that swears off reproducing – The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement – and I consider you people fine candidates for the program. I’ll even recommend you! That’s just how I roll here on A Heathen’s Day.
I am Hrafnkell son of Harald, of the line of the Amundsons, and I am a speciesist.
And I’m proud of it.








