Originally posted by grapesofraft
I do not really care how they killed it

If you don't care how they kill the animals, I hope you at least care how they take care of them. Animals should not be abused or tortured before being killed. Especially if it is a prolonged abuse or torture because that affects how healthy the meat is you are eating.

An abused animal is an unhappy animal, and that unhappiness leads to sickness and disease. I'm going to assume that's not the type of meat you want to eat.

So if you don't have the morals to stand up for the humane treatment of animals for their sake, at least stand up for it for your own.

double duty



[edit on 12-6-2009 by grapesofraft]

*sighs* Some subjects just cannot be talked about in a mature fashion....... How about we all exercise some understanding? Isn't that what ATS is all about? The search for understanding across a broad range of subjects?

[edit on 12-6-2009 by Watcher-In-The-Shadows]

Of course man enjoys killing. Don't you? Haven't you ever killed something - even a cockroach - and felt good about it? I know I have.

And I'm a person who can't ordinarily bring himself to kill a mouse. But I know that in a certain state of mind, I could kill something without feeling the slightest remorse - at the time, though I would probably hate myself later. I don't know if I could enjoy killing a human being - but knowing what depths we all contain, I wouldn't be at all surprised if I could.

As Republican08 says, it's all genetic, isn't it?

That doesn't mean it's good to kill. We don't have to listen to our genes, and most of us don't. Our genes prompt us to different behaviour at different times, anyway.

I strongly disapprove of civilized people who hunt. Yes, I eat meat and am therefore a party to slaughter. But I am a carnivore because I find meat good to eat, not because I enjoy killing animals.

Yes, game is delicious, but the taste of venison isn't really the point, is it? The point is the atavistic thrill involved in hunting - you only have to listen to hunters talk, or read a hunting story by Hemingway or Faulkner, to understand that. To be honest, I think it's all a bit... twisted.

I have friends or relatives who hunt. We get on well enough - I've even eaten of their bags, with enjoyment, gratitude and some guilt - but there will always be a certain reservation. Call me a hypocrite all you want, but it's not about the eating: it's all about the killing.

One can accept the necessity of taking life. One does not have to revel in it.