There was a huge global outcry and a kind of outpouring of sympathy for poor marius the giraffe. I had become aware that the avacatos that most americans eat are primarily imported from mexico, in places where criminals extort and kill farmers who grow them. Inother words, our avacados are kind of, you know, blood avacadoes ik blood on our hands,. But nobody seems to care when they're aving guacamole that, oh, the actual people who work to grow these things are being beat up and ransomed. Whereas poor marius, there was so much sympathy. And i'll start with the animal in the