The “Joy” Of Killing The Family Pet
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I’m just going to say it. People who eat pigs are monsters:
“After three years of amateur pig-keeping – I currently have five young porcine ladies scratching around a paddock at the bottom of my garden in Ireland – I can safely say that pigs are the most entertaining, life-affirming and intelligent creatures that have ever had the misfortune to taste utterly delectable in a frying pan.” [...]
“Above all, I respect my pigs. And I can eat them with a clear conscience because of, not despite, that fact.”
That was written by Tom Sykes in “The Joy Of Pigs.”
Granted, Mr. Sykes is probably much more compassionate and respectful to his pigs than are most pig farmers, but…
Feeling a “clear conscience” after murdering your family pets is despicable, disgusting, and dangerous! It makes me wonder how he would treat human children if he found out that their flesh tasted good when fried up with oil and spices.
Pig-eating is remarkably similar to dog-eating. Pigs are so adorable, so smart, so dog-like. Pigs are social, they wag their tails, they communicate. Pigs are often docile and playful, just like dogs. A slaughterhouse employee recalled:
“Pigs down on the kill floor have come up and nuzzled me like a puppy. Two minutes later, I had to kill them — beat them to death with a pipe.” (source)
He didn’t “have” to. He could have walked away. He could have gone vegan. Just like Tom Sykes has that choice.
There is no need to kill. This is needless, senseless killing. For what? For taste! For a trivial, momentary pleasure.
If you’re more compassionate and respectful than Mr. Sykes, you might enjoy these vegan options with a truly clear conscience:
I’d argue that the employee on the floor has fewer options than just walking away. With a potential family to feed as well as himself economic forces might force him to kill that pig. There aren’t many folks who actively seek employment in killing factories, and I’m sure for many it is the last line between feeding their families or not.
Argh! Sometimes it seems that people’s brains are just not wired right! “Ah… the experience of eating someone I loved” -Yikes – that’s so creepy!
“I did toy with the idea of getting some chickens along with the pigs, but have you ever met a bantam with a personality?”
I have four adopted chickens, each of whom I love immensely. They all have unique personalities and habits. The ignorance of this comment just astounds me.
Royce, of course they felt like they had two. Of course there are social and economic circumstances that lessen the worker’s responsibility. But it doesn’t make it right. Needless killing is never right.
I often wonder about the justification for killing: I respected the animal. The animal is just as dead regardless and I suspect he or she would have been happy to be alive and not respected, if you get what I mean.
“I did toy with the idea of getting some chickens along with the pigs, but have you ever met a bantam with a personality?”
How many bantams has he ever met, period?
The ones on his plate? In his burger?
Idiot.