If you’ve ever been to a political conference, you’ll have noted that most of the people picketing outside are there on behalf not of their fellow human beings, but animals. The RSPCA has so much money that it pursues trivial prosecutions with the zeal of an inquisition. Homeless men and women risk life and limb at Calais and in the Mediterranean, and all we can click on are the sweet, delicious low hanging internet fruits of a single incident of animal cruelty. I am not preaching at you all to become fruitarians: I wear leather shoes, I’ll eat pretty much anything, and I readily acknowledge how irrational I can become around the plight of animals.