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Every time someone says how they don't give a shit about this (and laugh at those who do) because bestiality isn't their cup of tea, I think about a parable I once read a long time ago. I can't for the life of me remember the name, and I can't seem to find it, so I'll just have to wing it (probably getting nearly every detail wrong in the process) and hope you get the point.
Once upon a time, there was a nice, old-fashioned village, and therein lived a nice, old-fashioned baker. One day, a gang of bandits came to the village, and announced that they were taking control. They decreed that they were going to imprison and then hang all the thieves, and nobody else should interfere if they didn't want to get hurt. The baker agreed with this, because thievery is bad, even if some of them might have just been starving children. While they were being taken to the gallows, the thieves called out for help, saying there wasn't a trial, that it wasn't fair, but the baker ignored them. It was okay because he wasn't a thief.
The next day, the bandits again called together the population, and announced they were going to imprison and hang all the religious heretics. The guilty folks were dragged to their nooses, pleading for help, but the baker would not speak up. He was a devout follower of the local faith, so he knew he would be okay. If he didn't get involved, he wouldn't get hurt.
The next day, the bandits announced that they would be hanging all the homeless because they were wastes of space. They, too, cried out but were unanswered as they went to their deaths. The baker had a house, though, so he did not care.
So it went on and on, day after day. The bandits would announce a different group each time to be hanged for whatever reasons they could invent. The elderly went next, then the infirm, then the women, then the racial minorities, then the doctors, then the butchers, then the candlestick makers, and so on and so forth.
Finally, one day, the announcement came: the bandits were going to be hanging all the bakers! The man, terrified, was arrested and taken in chains to the gallows to meet his fate. As he was pushed toward the noose, he called out for help, called out for someone to stop these madmen and save him, but to no avail. He screamed himself hoarse, but nobody came, nobody answered. The town square was empty.
You see, all the other citizens in the town were already dead.