The McCartneys [writes Mary Riddell] have a mission to dispense the soya milk of human kindness to the furred and feathered across the globe. According to McCartney (the Grumpy Vegan asks which one? Shouldn’t we be told?), if people wish to save the planet, ‘all they have to do is stop eating meat.’ For such pious vegetarians, this is proving a very carnivorous divorce. A couple who would faint at the sight of a lamb cutlet are perceived as tearing bloody lumps out of one another in what is billed (the Grumpy Vegan asks by whom? Surely not Mary Riddell) as a parable of modern celebrity.
More worthy of note, perhaps, [writes Marina Hyde] are the limits of the couple’s compassion, which seems to confirm the truism that many bleeding-heart animal-rights sympathizers tend to run dry when it comes to humans. Both Heather and Paul are vociferous advocates for our furry, or scaly, or even eight-legged friends. Eating meat, Sir Macca once remarked (the Grumpy Vegan wants to know if this allegation can be attributed) to a dinner companion, is “like what Hitler did to the fucking Jews”, while Heather — a strident activist for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals – recently fronted a campaign against milk by a vegan group that maintains it causes cancer.
In two consecutive days, The Guardian and its sister-Sunday newspaper, The Observer, demonstrate that even two otherwise thoughtful newspapers can be guilty of publishing opinionated, ill-informed, pointless-other-than-to-appeal-to-base-prurient-emotions, appallingly written rubbish.
