I just had a massive disagreement with my second in command. About the consumption of defenceless creatures. I have to confess that my views on such issues have gotten stronger in recent times, but I feel so guilty that I’d not expressed my views very well over the past couple of decades. Three decades.

At the end of the day, I’m right. I know it. I’m proud of my stance.

It’s fucking wrong to kill something to eat it when we don’t need to.

And if it’s not wrong (public opinion) I’ll go back to my old argument, why don’t we eat kittens? Full stop.