Study confirms that ‘religious’ slaughter is more painful to the animal

… but there is no humane way of slaughtering an animal who doesn’t want to die.

 

We should not be slaughtering animals at all. Period.  But so long as we are, those who eat animals and their products should know how the meat got onto their plate.

We are told that animals do not suffer during slaughter, as they are stunned prior to the throat being slit.   However, this facile statement does not bear careful scrutiny.  For one thing, it does not take into account the emotional suffering the animal feels on the way to slaughter, packed inside a slaughter truck, or waiting for their turn to be killed.  Animals are our evolutionary kin, not aliens, not machines, and they are similar to us in many ways.  Like us, their evolutionary instincts have equipped them to feel when they could be in danger.  When they see their friends disappearing (and possibly seeing the slaughter happening in front of them); when they ‘smell blood in the air’; they will certainly feel fear and possibly panic.  Neither is stunning always instant, and a significant number of times the stun mechanism fails.   Stunning can also be prolonged, as is the case in a common method of rendering pigs unconscious before slaughter.  Video footage of asphyxiating pigs screaming and desperately trying to escape C02 chambers are available on the Internet for all to see.

Many slaughterhouses in New Zealand, and the rest of the Western world, are certified for so-called ‘religious’ killing.  For a number of years the debate has swirled around halal and kosher killing methods, the slaughter methods that render meat ‘permissible’ for strict Muslims and Jews to eat.   Proponents of these methods state that the skill of the trained slaughtermen means that the severing of the carotid artery is so deftly done that it causes a ‘pressure drop’ and analgesia is almost immediate. They therefore maintain that the animal feels no more pain than if they were stunned.

A study led by Professor Craig Johnson of Massey University in Palmerston North New Zealand has clearly shown that an animal slaughtered without prior stunning feels prolonged pain.  Johnson’s work builds on the analysis of specific patterns of brain electrical activity recorded in experiments using human volunteers, and reproduced in a number of  other mammal species known to be experiencing pain.

In the experiment the team cut calves’ necks using the Jewish and Muslim slaughter methods.   The pain signals thus produced lasted up to 2 minutes after the incision.  As a comparison, they stunned animals five seconds after the incision.  In this case, the pain signals were clear for the first 5 seconds only, disappearing the instant the animal was stunned.

It should be added that the Massey research team found a way of lightly anaesthetising the animals so they would not have felt pain, but the pain signals still appeared on the electrocephalagram.

In many places in the western world, a modified halal slaughter is done that includes prior stunning.    But we who advocate for the rights of other animals will never condone animal slaughter.  There is no humane slaughter of a being who does not want to die.   However, there are methods that produce less pain and distress in the animal than others.   So-called religious slaughter, traditionally carried out, has now been proven by Science to produce prolonged pain in the animal being slaughtered.

Nobody Said Goodbye…. by Debbie Nelson

 

Debbie Nelson has been around horses her entire life and knows them intimately.    Read her moving account written from the horse’s point of view.    It’s time to slaughter the horseracing industry.

I was conceived to be a  product for the horse racing industry. My mother and father were carefully picked to pass on their genes of racing industry success to me. My mother had no choice who she would be bred to. She was raped by my father while being restrained by the humans. When I was born I was taken away from my birth mother. I was to be suckled and raised by a nurse mare. She was also forcibly impregnated so as to have milk for me. If not rescued her biological foal was sadly killed. Miserably we learned to love one another.  My mother was raped again so someone like me would be born. The cycle goes on and on.

I was separated from my foal herd at about 1 year old. I was loaded up in a scary truck to go to the yearling auction. You could see the sadness, fear, confusion, desperation and anxiety in my eyes! All you had do was look. I didn’t want to go into the dark rolling cave. The humans whipped me until I went in. The sale barn and arena were equally unnerving. I was put into a pen with other yearlings I didn’t know. They was a lot of biting and kicking. We were not with our herd. We were terrified. We had never been away from our home. One by one we were sent down a lane into a small arena. It was bright. There were a lot of noisy people in bleachers sitting around the arena. I didn’t know any of them. Where was the friendly human girl who fed and watched out for us? There was a lot of yelling. After all the commotion I was loaded into a different dark cave. Some of the youngsters were auctioned off to a creepy human with an old broken down mobile cave. We are prey animals if we can’t run away from the predator we must fight or die. The human almost always wins.  Eventually we will be part of the final solution. We will be murdered.

Before we are sent to die we must toil in the horse racing factory. We are trained to run for the humans before our bodies are mature enough. Our bones aren’t even fused. The training and racing are so hard on us that multiple injuries is the rule not the occasional happening. Some of us even die while doing this harsh sport for the humans.

We are separated in boxes away from the other horses. The jockeys don’t care as we are just a paycheck to them. They beat us with sticks to run faster. I couldn’t run any faster. I was hurtfully beaten just the same.  Our only friends are the kind grooms who take care of us. Our other friends are the Pony Horses which take us to the starting gate. They end up at the kill auction too.

When we can no longer run fast enough for the humans, we are loaded up in the cave again to go to the kill auction. This was my fate. No one at the training barn said goodbye. No one saw the sadness, fear, confusion, desperation and anxiety which was again in my eyes.  I say kill because most horses at the auction were bought to be sent to Canada or Mexico to be slaughtered. Our bodies will become food for horse-eating countries like Japan, Italy ,Russia and France. Our skin is to become leather products like shoes and purses. This includes the stallion fathers, brood mare mothers, nurse mare care givers, their foals and the pony horses. We are loaded tightly in cattle or pig trucks which don’t fit our shape. I can’t even turn my neck and head let alone my body. Miles and miles ahead of me like this   We travel like this with no rest, food or water 500 to 1500 miles. I’m so thirsty. If we are unlikely enough to survive we wait with horses we don’t know again. The fighting begins. Terror will do that. Then it’s my personal turn to walk down the chute of no return. I am to be slaughtered. I am at a plant set up for the slaughter of our friends in this holocaust, the cows. I fall 2 times as I go down the chute of death and almost fall over backwards. I’m panicked! There is no escape! I go into the kill box with another horse. She is shot before me and I have to watch. Then it’s my turn. Where is the rescue organization? Why are they going to do this to me? I committed no horrendous crime. All I did was not run fast enough.  Capital Punishment by definition doesn’t apply to me. They are going to execute me!  I’m shot. I didn’t die right away.

Ten thousand racehorses like me are sent to be slaughtered each year from the U.S. alone. That number doesn’t reflect the other horses who are part of this greedy industry. I knew some of them. They were my family/herd and only comfort in this nightmare.

There is no humane Slaughter!  Slaughter in any form is murder!  Stop the animal holocaust!

 

See also:

https://www.aspca.org/animal-cruelty/horse-slaughter

WARNING: Video contains distressing images

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_i8BilSzNw

 

 

‘Then You Win’: Reflections on the rise of veganism in 2019 by Maya Cohen-Ronen

We can expect a backlash – but the march towards a vegan world is gaining momentum

 

“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win” – Mahatma Gandhi.

2019 has started with a bang! Superstars Beyonce and Jay-Z have called on their fans to embrace veganism in 2019. Celebrity Chef Gordon Ramsey, previously known for his mocking outbursts against vegans, has announced that his restaurant will now offer a vegan menu.

Reportedly, more people than ever are taking up the Veganuary challenge, trying veganism for a whole month, supported by nutritionists, and provided with delicious, mouth-watering recipes, concocted by the Bosh kitchen lads.

Livekindly website claimed that about one in ten Scots will have taken the Vaganuary Pledge in 2019.   It has been reported that over ten thousand people a day have been taking the Vaganuary pledge. Ten Thousand a day! That is truly a remarkable number.

Overall it is expected that three million people will go vegan this year.

Three million is a conservative estimate, if you ask me. You needed to be living in a cave in Narnia to have missed the vegan pieces moving on the chess board of change, and even there, hidden in your Narnian cave, you would still have felt the earth tremors as tectonic plates shift towards a new, cruelty free, world order.

But as the stars are aligning for animal liberation, the pushbacks from those who fear change, and those who have financial interests in maintaining the status quo, will be felt stronger than ever before.

In late 2018, NZ Dairy giant Fonterra, possibly feeling the brunt of environmentalists’ fingers pointing at the detrimental effects of intensive dairying on our environment, have devised ‘open gates’ events, while investing big money in slick commercials, all aimed at polishing their public image.

Observing reports on social media, I got the feeling that news outlets Stuff and Newshub seemed to be engaged in a race to see who could come up with more vegan-hating click-baiting headlines. A ridiculous smorgasbord of stories were published, offering everything from vegan parents’ neglect to meat reduction not affecting climate change.

For activists, 2019 started with protests outside rodeo and horse racing events. Cubes of Truth are popping up in many a street corner, and vigils outside slaughterhouses by groups of the Animal Save Movement continue. As we stand in our protests and vigils, we hear both calls of support and encouragement, as well as castigating remarks and mockery.

Internationally, not a full week into the New Year, and social media was in turmoil. Greggs, a food chain in the UK, has introduced a new item on its menu – a vegan sausage roll. As vegans rejoiced, the move was met with a huge outcry from British Carnists, led by Piers Morgan, a TV presenter who has made a name for himself for being an anti-vegan critic. Thankfully, Greggs seem to have employed a very able and witty social media team, who have mastered fantastic one-line comebacks, winning them huge support even from non-vegans, and earning their vegan sausage roll worldwide publicity. Vegan friends in the UK are reporting continuously that the vegan sausage rolls are flying off shelves at Greggs.  Incredibly, Carnists seem to have been overly sensitive to this change by Greggs, some reports even suggested there was a protest outside Greggs in Manchester (later claims suggested this was in fact an anti-Brexit protest… but was it?)

And they call us snowflakes? Ha.

Also late last year and early this year, in both California and Israel, law suits were filed against activists of DxE (in the US) and Total Animal Liberation (in Israel) for non-violent resistance and for undercover documentation of the utter horrors going on in the hellholes where animals are murdered. Often, police and the courts still side with animal abusers against activists, as there is still a wide gap between the language of the law and what is just.  In 2019 we should start working towards changing laws, by creating strong lobby groups within parliaments everywhere, to influence and facilitate such changes.

One thing is certain, we are no longer ignored. We are laughed at, we are fought against, and fighting will only intensify. But as these phases continue – and they will continue – our numbers are growing and our influence is expanding. The vegan community, and Animal Liberation activists particularly, should not fret, but continue to intensify our actions and outreach. Make no mistake – this is a battle that we are about to win.

Slaughterhouse Vigil, 6 January 2019

‘Dominoe effect:  When one action sets off a series of chain reactions…. ‘ 

As the end of meat approaches, multiple actions in multiple areas will see slaughterhouses beginning to fall like dominoes….  Go to thesavemovement.org to start or join a slaughterhouse vigil in your area.

Not one truck arrived at our vigil outside Land Meats today and we saw no staff or cattle in the holding pens. A couple of motorists yelled out aggressive comments at Kirsty and I, and a few raised their middle fingers, but there were also a lot of toots and thumbs up. We were chatting about Kirsty’s recent trip to Australia when a young man riding a bike drew up in front of us.

“I want it to stop” he said, referring to my sign ‘STOP KILLING ANIMALS’, ‘but humans are so f*cked up, I can’t see how it will happen. Man, I despair sometimes.’

The young man was tanned, wore his hair in dreadlocks, and was very good looking. He spoke a torrent of words, but it was hard to follow his argument as it jumped around from the environment, to third world exploitation, to karma and the yin and the yang – and back again! But he seemed sincere, and he said some interesting things.

He was a bee keeper. I should mention at this point that one of the hardest things for me when I became vegan was to give up honey. Honey had been a staple food of mine for decades, I would easily eat a kg a week. Even now, if I am feeling distraught over anything my first impulse is to rush to buy some honey, which I never keep in the house. I usually overcome the impulse, but I do know some people who are otherwise vegan who still eat honey.

There is an argument that ‘natural beekeeping’ is actually helping bee populations, who are dying out in the wild. Commercial beekeeping though is definitely hard on bees. Large hives are used, and the poor bees feel they have to work overtime to fill the space with honey in order to survive the winter. They can literally work themselves to death to fill the ‘supers’ that are piled upon one another. As the supers get filled with honey the commercial beekeepers take them all out and replace the bees’ natural food with sugar dissolved in water to feed them over winter. This is not nearly so healthy for the bees as the product they have made for millennia – honey – is filled with antioxidants vitamins and minerals and is the perfect food for them.

Commercial beekeepers also clip the wings of Queens so the hive cannot swarm, and they further stress bees by transporting them over long distances to relocate. Another practice beekeepers use is smoking, which they do to distract or make the bees sluggish when they are interfering with their hive or trying to take out the honey. Smoking is also controversial, but some natural beekeepers do it as they say it lulls the bees, and stops them from panicking. If even one bee got spooked it would quickly spread through the hive and many bees could die in the chaos.

Our young man told us he didn’t smoke his bees, but tried to be in tune with them. ‘I know that if I go near them when I am all keyed up, bam bam! But if I am in the right headspace then they stay calm. We understand each other. They are very aware.’

I invited him to come and do a vigil with us sometime, and wanted to take his photo, but he declined. I think like many other residents of Whanganui who pass us and toot their support, he understood at a deeper level what we are trying to do. ‘Love you guys’ he said as he and his dog left.

Although a warm day, there was a strong wind in the Gonville/Castlecliff area. Driving home I could distinctly smell the nauseating (for me) odour of cooking lamb or mutton that I still remember from my childhood. Land Meats slaughterhouse staff may well have been on holiday today, but the smell in the air told me that there was plenty of activity going on at the AFFCO plant.

Dairy is Scary

In the dairy farming industry the word ‘downer’ has a specific meaning.   It is used to describe a cow that cannot get up anymore.  This cow has probably given birth 4 or 5 times (after being artificially inseminated from bulls who have been artificially ejaculated).   The dairy cow is literally ‘spent’ (another term farmers use to describe her).      In her short life she has done nothing but produce milk for humans, while her own babies have been immediately taken away from her, to be killed, if they are male, within a few days.    Her daily routines are hard on her body, mind and spirit.   She has had suction cups put to her sensitive teets twice a day, and quite likely suffered from mastitis and lameness as they are common in dairy herds.    Although a mother, she has never been accorded her natural right to raise her offspring.

When there is a downer in a herd she is immediately carted off to slaughter.   ‘I have seen footage of ‘down cows’ waiting to be killed in a European slaughterhouse,  too weak to get to their feet, their fear and distress showing in their heaving chests.   If you doubt that the life of a dairy cow is harsh, cruel, unnatural, exploitative, unjust, then please watch this video that explains the dairy industry in just five minutes.      There are so many delicious plant-based milks, cheese and yoghurts available now at increasingly competitive prices, there is no need to contribute to the cruelty of dairying.  When a certain percentage of people switch to a vegan diet a ‘tipping point’ will be reached, and this will lead to the closure of slaughterhouses.

WARNING: The video contains distressing images.

 

 

Creating a slaughterhouse-free world

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Bright Jewels – a poem by Lynley Tulloch

Our lives intermingle: on the sidelines peeking out at us from slaughter trucks, and when they are on our plate.    They call out to us to have mercy, to stop killing them, to change, to evolve ….   Let’s make 2019  the year that truly marks the beginning of the end of animal slaughter.

 

A ghostly form in our imagination,

A nagging whisper of existence,

Invisible / visible.

 

Snippets on the transport truck,

Tail hanging out, tuft of hair,

Pushing through the iron.

 

A smell, strong and pungent

Settling thickly in our noses insisting:

‘We are here!’

‘We exist!’ they call to us in bellows, bleats and grunts.

 

They watch from behind the bars.

Their eyes blink slowly,

Carefully, over bright jewels.

 

Rhythmic breaths taking in the smudgy air,

Chests rising and falling

Gentle noses pressing against unforgiving iron.

 

The truck sways and jolts, stops.

Soon their blood will rush through Earth’s veins

Streams of red soon to be spilled on concrete floors

And washed to nowhere.

 

We stop their beating hearts.

Hairs that pricked up at touch

Forming a coat of unique existence

A point of contact and strength

Are now stained red with our bloodlust.

Our hearts burn and twist with the shame of murder.

 

They exist now on the plate and in the cup.

Their pleasing smell intermingles with us.

‘You are here’! we say.  ‘Now we see you’.

 

They are not us, they are us.

Rhythms of their existence pulse gently as the ocean,

Inside our bodies but outside our minds,

Inside our culture, but outside our souls.

Inside of language but outside of meaning.

 

They are spirits; but brief, like smoke.

‘See us’

They whisper from the plates on your table

‘Hear us’.

‘Now’.

Slaughterhouse Vigil, Whanganui, 23 December 2018

 
It was our Christmas vigil, so Kirsty and I wore raindeer antlers today. I noticed we got fewer toots than usual though and wondered if people could be feeling uncomfortable about the side of ham they purchased at Pak ‘n ‘Save for Christmas dinner…..?😪😪
 
I understand how hard it is to change cultural attitudes and culinary preferences even when those preferences involve cruelty and injustice. People cling to their ideas without examining them deeply, especially when they involve something as intimate as a food preference. They prefer to live with cognitive dissonance rather than change their diet. That is why I – and hundreds of thousands of animal activists the world over – are so persistent. We know that the end of meat is not going to happen of its own accord. The animals need us to work hard on their behalf, and sometimes it just calls for one tap on the nail of the meat-eating coffin at a time.
 
Speaking personally, I have the impression many people think I’m hopelessly unpractical. My honest opinion is that these people are mistaking visionary idealism for naiievity, and they are not at all the same thing. Animal activists aren’t stupid, in fact many have very fine minds and high ethics, with strategic and practical bents. This is especially true for the marvellous younger ones coming through.
It is largely thanks to animal activists that meat and dairy consumption is declining rapidly. That and concern about the environment. People are slowly changing, but I know for a fact that a number of my friends and family would rather jump from a tall building than admit that I had anything to do with their morphing attitudes. They have raised their eyebrows far too high for far too long to say: ‘Sorry, you were right all the time.’ 😀😀
 
Last week I was at the hospital about my hip that needs replacing, and got chatting with a farmer.
“I respect individual choice’ she said. ‘I respect the rights of vegans not to eat meat, and in turn they need to respect my choice to do so. I appreciate the food chain.”
 
She was a smiling, outgoing sort of person, mother of three children, a huge sheep farm to run with her husband, and she was also a prize-winning horsewoman. Quite likeable. I wanted to pull her up on a couple of things she said: ‘Aren’t you forgetting that your personal choice involves someone else who doesn’t want to die?‘ And as for ‘appreciating the foodchain’ – a glib rationalisation if ever I heard one – I wanted to state the obvious that while other animals have no choice but to kill and eat other beings, we certainly do. But instead I just smiled. She was a nice lady and I didn’t want anything to come out and hurt her feelings unnecessarily. So I said nothing.
 
Today outside Land Meats Kirsty was approached by a couple of young men who thought what we were doing was hilarious, literally guffowing with mirth they were. ‘Laugh all you like mateys” Kirsty said, unphased, continuing to take her photographs. While we were there, two trucks arrived in twenty minutes, and the pens at the back were filled to overflowing. All sentient beings who must endure an anxious and hungry night before they are slaughtered tomorrow morning.
 
On the way home I was telephoned by Dawn from Bird Rescue, to pick up a fledgling. I tried feeding the little blackbird but he didn’t want to eat, and realised that I was probably going to have to drive him all the way to Turakina. In the half hour journey down I kept whistling to him over and over again, a fragment from an operatic aria that popped into my mind. He must have liked it because he kept tweeting back at me. I can’t help wondering if when he is finally released to make his way in the world, whether his birdy friends wonder who the strange one is among them with such a different call from the other blackbirds. Shades of Rossini, no less…..
 
Happy holidays to all who read this.   May all beings be happy. May all beings be happy. 🐣🐣🐣
nz fur seal

Seal decapitation – all animal slaughter is cruel and unjust

The baby seal trained her enormous fearful eyes up at her attacker as he pinned her down with one knee.   Clenching her fur and flesh with one hand and holding a long knife in the other, the attacker began to saw at her neck with violent, jerky movements, splitting her hide, muscle and bone.  In a contortion of panic, and in searing pain, the baby animal at first thrashed around in an attempt to be free of  the agony, but as her blood spilled out from her body and pooled on the ground, her life began to ebb, and she lost consciousness. After the rest of her head was removed her torso remained twitching for some time after.   She was less than a year old, and her life was over.  

This act of extreme violence is shocking to read about, but it is not fiction.   It was carried out not one, but six, times this past week.  Who could commit such an unimaginable crime to a sentient being – a baby – whose species can live up to 35 years in the wild?   Who would have the stomach to do such a thing?  And why would they do it?

Of course there is no way of knowing that my description above is how it happened,  but finding the six decapitated fur seal pups in the ironically named ‘Scenery Nook’ in New Zealand’s South Island this week could not have been the work of a shark.  However, there have been cases before of people injuring or killing seals and sea-lions in frustration over low fish numbers. Most of them have not been caught, but those who have been were all fishers.

Whatever the reason for these cruel and grisly acts, whoever the perpetrators, such antagonism towards innocent animals trying to survive in their natural domain is shocking and disturbing to the average person.   But it is an unfortunate fact that violence is a legacy in our species; our evolutionary ancestors have bestowed it on us. The compulsion of our evolutionary forbears to ‘eat or be eaten’ means that violence is inherent in our nature.

Make no mistake: even though it may be accepted as the ‘norm’, the systematic killing of other animals, including what happens in slaughterhouses and in commercial fishing, is an extreme act of violence.   With regard to fish, the science is now established:  fishes are sentient beings.   We may rarely think about their suffering, but for most wild caught and farmed fish, the severity and duration of their suffering is high. Wild fish caught in nets will die from crush wounds, from suffocation, from freezing or having their bodies dissected live.  Farmed fish live most of their lives packed into unnaturally small spaces where their every natural impulse is thwarted, and when they are killed it is commonly through drawn out and inhumane methods.

Fur seals are protected in New Zealand, and the incident of the decapitations is being treated as a crime.  It could have been the work of sick minds seeking ‘trophy heads’.   But if it were fishers then you have to question the extreme measures of violently killing baby mammals so there is more fish for humans to eat.   It is high time that we stop scapegoating innocent seals and sea lions for problems we have caused ourselves – namely climate change, pollution, and over-fishing.

When will we understand that other animals have just as much right as we have to be on this planet?    We do not have to kill them for food.   We are not like innocent seals who do not have a choice of what they can eat.   We have other options that are better for our health and for the planet, as well as the animals we now massacre in such astronomical numbers.

We may have violence in our nature, but we can choose not to express it.   We can choose not to be violent to other animals,  but to be just, and to show them mercy.  It is time to stop all animal slaughter.  If we begin now to put measures in place, we can create a kinder, more peaceful world well within a decade.

 

https://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=12179539

How do we justify the pain we put farmed animals through?

In the Western world we love our pets, who we think of as part of our family.    When it comes to animals raised for food however, it is quite another story.   While we love and protect our pets, we accept as normal that the majority of cows, sheep, pigs, chickens farmed for food live in unnatural and difficult conditions their entire foreshortened lives.  All farmed animals regularly undergo painful procedures.

How can we justify making such a distinction between animals?

Let us consider just one aspect, that of sentience. Sentience is defined as  ‘to feel, perceive or experience subjectively’.   There is no evidence at all that animals farmed for food do not feel pain, or experience their lives objectively.  In other words, they are sentient.

It seems to me that all animals are pretty stoic when compared to human beings.   They often ‘suffer in silence’.   However, if a vet attempted to cut off a dog’s tail without anaesthetic it would clearly demonstrate by its behaviour and vocalisations that it feels acute pain.

Why should it be any different for farmed animals, who also share our evolutionary history and are biologically organised along the same lines as we are?

Most animals raised for consumption live in factory farms, and lead lives of unremitting suffering.    It is estimated that 43 million die even before they can be slaughtered, killed by systemic problems brought about through genetic manipulation, disease, exposure, starvation, an increasing amount of fires and floods, truck road crashes, cruelty and neglect.   Pasture-raised animals also suffer from procedures routinely carried out on them.  These include castration, dehorning, disbudding, tail docking and ear notching.   What’s more, dairy cows have to undergo yearly artificial insemination and presumably much of the time live with the uncomfortable feeling of a full udder.

As we know ourselves, different types of procedures result in different kinds of pain.   Farmed animals undergo cutting, searing, constricting, crushing, stretching, squeezing, singeing, and the application of caustic chemicals to their flesh.  The kinds of behaviours they show as a result of the pain they feel can include anything from bellowing, to crying out, to the attempt to flee, to the inability to move, to limping and slow movement, and restlessness.   I have recently seen two youtube videos where in the one case an entire herd of dairy cows were limping and moving as if in slow motion.      The other video showed a farmer singeing the udders of cows with a blow torch to remove hairs that get in the way of milking.  This shocking practice  is apparently standard procedure in some places.

The ability of all animals to feel pain becomes even more sobering when we consider that at the very end of their lives farmed animals can undergo extreme pain one final time.    Statistics show that a small (but given the sheer numbers of those slaughtered, significant) number of animals are not properly stunned and are conscious during their throat slitting, and, as is the case with chickens, scalding.    The stunning of pigs takes around half a minute in a C02 gas chamber, and before becoming unconscious they suffer nasal passage burning and choking.    It is pandemonium as they try to escape the torture.

What we routinely do to sentient animals is a horror story.  But the shoe is on the other foot now.   If we want to kill and eat animals then we had better be able to justify the pain we put them through for our palate.

If we cannot do that, we need to stop eating them.