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Old 05-31-2010, 05:39 PM   #17
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Originally Posted by Cyberman tM View Post
I sometimes wonder if those PETA guys wouldn't actually try to hinder development of more humane slaughtering because it would ruin their scare-tactics.
If they'd instead pour all their work and time into better methods for meat production, we'd probably already have safe clone-meat that never had consciousness (like in that one episode of Eureka. Surely the idea itself isn't new.)

Of course it's wrong to hurt living beings. But just turning away isn't the answer. (Be it from meat or the cruelty.)
Better methods have to be found.

Somehow, I prefer the approach from The Restaurant at the End of the Universe:
Quote:
A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table,
a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with
large watery eyes, small horns and what might almost have
been an ingratiating smile on its lips.

'Good evening', it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches,
'I am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in the parts
of my body?'

It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind quarters in
to a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from
Arthur and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and
naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

'Something off the shoulder perhaps?' suggested the animal,
'Braised in a white wine sauce?'

'Er, your shoulder?' said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

'But naturally my shoulder, sir,' mooed the animal contentedly,
'nobody else's is mine to offer.'

Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling
the animal's shoulder appreciatively.

'Or the rump is very good,' murmured the animal. 'I've been
exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot
of good meat there.'

It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and started to chew
the cud. It swallowed the cud again.

'Or a casselore of me perhaps?' it added.
As for hurting the animals, you shouldn't consider slaughtering them for food as hurting them. If you don't do it, you'll hurt, and frankly if it's a choice between me and a nice young calf, I'll choose a calf on a grill.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your gourmandity) we can't absorb non-organic material very well, so we're stuck with steaks, pork-chops and bacon... mmmm, bacon.
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