This is very good, yet my friends there is a group that has long since gone unheard, a group that has no voice and no one to speak up on their behalf. Everyday you and I come into contact with them and everyday you and I help partake in their wanton, wholesale slaughter. And who is this group that I have come to talk to you about? Why, none other than plants. Plants? Yes plants. Fruits and vegetables to be exact. It's a scientific fact that plants are alive, and yet each and every one of us participates in the mass murder of these innocents.

Ah, that's silly, plants are nothing like us, you might be telling yourself right now. Alas! If only you knew. Plants are just as much like us as we are like them. They grow, eat and reproduce just like us. Only years of ethnocentric thought have kept up the (perceived) barriers between man and plant. Some scientists have concluded that plants can actually communicate with each other!

Don't you for one second try to wash your hands of this atrocity! For you can't!

Think about the ketchup that you made your Mean Gene burger oh so savory! Think of the tomatoes that went unwillingly to their fates! Their cries going unheard, as they are ripped from the stalks that they have called home for their entire lives! And oh those cries as they are mercilessly ground up! And the lettuce on that same burger! Do you think that head of lettuce had a say in it's destiny? Most certainly not! Like your fruits and vegetables out of a can don't you? Well my friend, how would you like it if you were ruthlessly picked from your home by some soulless bourgeois corporation, and forced to spend the rest of your days in a tin can afloat amidst a cesspool of chemicals and preservatives? You wouldn't like it all would you?

And tobacco! Oh pity tobacco, which suffers the most hellish fate of all! Tobacco, the crop that some scientists feel may hold the key to treating AIDS! Tobacco, ripped from the ground and shredded up, oh this in itself is horrifying and should turn the stomachs of all decent people everywhere! But it doesn't end there. After being gutted and shred, the poor tobacco is then rolled into a tight, claustrophobic cigarette. And more humiliation is heaped upon tobacco as it finds itself in the diseased mouth of a smoker! You would think that this alone would be enough, that after this the poor tobacco would be put out of it's misery. But no! Instead it is forced to spend it's last few agonizing moments being burnt alive! Oh, if we could only hear what it has to say! It's pathetic screams, as it pleads to the heavens above for mercy, for God to spare it further indignation!