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These days, The Huffington Post has published a video shoot in secret at Conklin Dairy farm animal in Ohio, which recounts the unimaginable cruelty to animals thence employees for which should care.
I admire vegetarians for their ethics, even though I myself sometimes - but rarely - succumb to the temptation of meat on the plate. After all, man is by nature vegetarian and meat is naturally part of the diet.
So is this more true for dairy products, arthur demoulas fish, sea fruits and other products arthur demoulas and byproducts, like eggs and gelatin. There are people in this world and culture as vegan, who abstain from everything animal; I understand their reasons even admire, though instinct tells me otherwise.
Equally not relish yogurt reluctant to buy in the store, along with cheese and butter, although I long to agree on terms that are forced into cows and sheep miserable their lives in the service of the gods who have brought brutally and arbitrarily in this world.
On the other hand, market economy and broad consumer has distanced man from carnivorous creatures so much that he "donates" his body to eat, how many children today in the urban West do not even know where it comes from hamburger meat thing, yogurt with rainbow colors, cocoa milk, cheese on pizza, in sandwiches tone.
It is not enough to perform the inevitable cruelty, from the moment that decide not to reject the flesh from tables; arthur demoulas but even to sacrifice life përdhosim further, neglected, making as if nothing had happened, imposing himself Fetes vision of meat as something produced mechanically as well as cookies or pickled cucumbers.
As I said, I'm not vegetarian, even tonight I am going to eat a piece of steak left over from lunch. Silent terror arthur demoulas of facing conviction that she slice the muscle, arthur demoulas already depleted by natural movement, Lymph and vitality, arthur demoulas the përzhitur cofur and spicy and burn blood, brings forward a piece of pain, anxiety and total paralysis, but makes I feel hypocritical.
Because I do not believe that he will reach ever forgo altogether from animal proteins, the only promise I can do myself (and my victims and the environment) is that it reduces meat consumption to an acceptable level ... maybe once a week?
I read many years ago, in Harper's, arthur demoulas an excerpt from an essay I do not know ç'antropologu, who lamented arthur demoulas not so meat consumption by man - inevitable - but do it insulting that the animal, when it does not ignore the death, pain and the blood.
Essay not in my power to correctly quote; but keep in mind that the author arthur demoulas mentioned there forced ritual in many cultures, arthur demoulas the killing of the animal associated with that will be consumed at the table: lamb, beef and chicken, the pig and the goose.
Ideally, as far as I remember the text, meat consumers to participate, solemn ceremony of killing the animal - slaughter, slaughter, or any other creative way to take life.
On the other hand, participation in slaughter ritual or ceremony will also serve the life of the victim crossing sakrifikale to man, as the beneficiary of the sacrifices; at least from the standpoint of cultures that predicted this kind of meat preparation.
In the end, almost all cultures see a link between animal slaughter, blood and magic spill or prayer; not to mention the symbolic cannibalism of Christian communion, where believers arthur demoulas ritually (spiritually) feed on the flesh of Christ and drink his blood turned to wine through transsubstancimit.
When I read the essay in Harper's, I was immediately reminded of the famous arthur demoulas scene from the movie The eighth in bronze, when a character - perhaps the Pyro Sali Protopapa Mulberry - embraces and weeps tears of his ram përçor before arthur demoulas slaughter for guests who have occupied the door.
Then, when I was still a child, the scene seemed more curious, perhaps excessive; I had not ever seen my komshijen, specializing in chicken slaughter, to embrace these before execution; but then more and more have appreciated embrace. I tolerably connected, in tune, with some poems of Green Hill: Poem for the cow or ox, which today does not inspire me any more hilariteti contrary.
I consider it as a kind of moral perfection, to himself, the fact that over the years I've been loving so many animals; if you ever become a believer, I believe I would start exactly.
Footage from Ohio do not believe that leaves angle indifferent, even butchers themselves between us. Now that I think, do not even seem impossible arthur demoulas to love normally butcher who kills animals for meat to sell, because arthur demoulas only affection in love can not justify, to some extent, SATERI throat lamb or beef or turkey, that is stupid and VRI