Ramblings of "one of those animal activists"
I cry entirely too easily.
Last night I had this vision of why I'm vegetarian; in my mind's eye I saw this beautiful black and white cow strung up by her back hoofs. Blood was running down her face from her slit throat, puddling below her. She mooed in pain, but maybe this painful end to her short and terrible life was best. Around her dirty men with a job to do waited for her to hurry up and die.
We can shoot game animals. If they're lucky, the bullet or arrow will kill them instantly but more often than not, these animals die excruciatingly slow and painful deaths. We can trap pelt animals, or raise them on farms. Trapping is less common, but just as painful. Desperate animals have been known to chew off their limbs, or eventually die of dehydration or disease. Animals on fur farms live in cramped tiny cages and are killed when they are clubbed to death, have their neck broken, or when electrodes are shoved into their anuses and they are electrocuted with 250 volts of electricity. Sheep are subjected to mulsing. Most leather comes from India.
Factory farm animals. Oh my god, don't get me started.
Last night when I started to think of this beautiful black and white cow, I realized that I couldn't distinguish between a cow's life... or an ant's.
I'm going vegan again, as soon as my money starts coming my way. Family be dammed.
This is the article that made me cry. (http://www.peta.org/living/AT-Fall1998/freebird.html) It has a happy ending (sort of) for two chickens, but it's the rest that got me down...
~C.
P.S. I know this seems like some crazy PETA rant, and maybe it is. But this is my journal after all, and in all fairness, I tried not to be too terribly pushy. 'Tis only my opinion. :)
Last night I had this vision of why I'm vegetarian; in my mind's eye I saw this beautiful black and white cow strung up by her back hoofs. Blood was running down her face from her slit throat, puddling below her. She mooed in pain, but maybe this painful end to her short and terrible life was best. Around her dirty men with a job to do waited for her to hurry up and die.
We can shoot game animals. If they're lucky, the bullet or arrow will kill them instantly but more often than not, these animals die excruciatingly slow and painful deaths. We can trap pelt animals, or raise them on farms. Trapping is less common, but just as painful. Desperate animals have been known to chew off their limbs, or eventually die of dehydration or disease. Animals on fur farms live in cramped tiny cages and are killed when they are clubbed to death, have their neck broken, or when electrodes are shoved into their anuses and they are electrocuted with 250 volts of electricity. Sheep are subjected to mulsing. Most leather comes from India.
Factory farm animals. Oh my god, don't get me started.
Last night when I started to think of this beautiful black and white cow, I realized that I couldn't distinguish between a cow's life... or an ant's.
I'm going vegan again, as soon as my money starts coming my way. Family be dammed.
This is the article that made me cry. (http://www.peta.org/living/AT-Fall1998/freebird.html) It has a happy ending (sort of) for two chickens, but it's the rest that got me down...
~C.
P.S. I know this seems like some crazy PETA rant, and maybe it is. But this is my journal after all, and in all fairness, I tried not to be too terribly pushy. 'Tis only my opinion. :)