Mooorice,
Ummm-- we were feeding deer, not slaughtering beef, agentle and pacific pasttime. I'm not sure I see the connection to Dachau, which I have visited and had nightmares over.
But true, I have no trouble eating beef at all. I love a bloody steak. And for me there is no conflict in this at all, though I am upset when I read about the increasingly horrible conditions that exist to create the biggest, fattest, whatevers for slaughter. I am horrified by what I read about the treatment of mares to obtain urine for premarin, but I took it none the less for a brief time-- because I decided it was them or me. (only someone who has endured the life of or with a very menopausal woman can appreciate that)
If you read the hunter's description of his kill, he wrote about the thrill of the hunt--- this had nothing to do with eating, with killing for sustenance, for the practical use of this animal. If he had to feed his family by killing that rare antelope, I wouldn't be at all bothered.
But (and this in merely MHO) to kill for sport is disgusting-- and to take more pleasure in it because the animal is a perfect specimen is even worse. We are still stuck with lots of instinctive behaviors, but that doesn't mean we have to act on them. Of course, this man may have an IQ the equivalent of Myers, my cat, and not be capable of controlling his animal instincts, in which case, I guess X and I would have to smile at him compassionately. |
