Something seems profoundly dodgy about animal food, something about the fact that we never see the animal we eat! We only get to see meat in slab form, for which we pay quite a lot of money. We want the end ‘product’ but we’re not interested in its provenance, unless product-quality’s involved. The animal, the easily-replaceable source of this product, doesn’t concern us. Even if it did we wouldn’t be able to get involved any individual who we proposed to eat. We aren’t even allowed to look inside farms today let alone get to know the animal we’re having executed.
I suppose one could say that the meat product itself is a transmutation of a living entity into a non-living one an objectification of the living being. At some stage in our adult life, in each of our Mephistophelian contracts, we trade compassion for lifestyle advantage. According to this contract we can “eat-drink-and-be-merry” just so long as we keep quiet unless to avow that vegans are wrong about the safety of plant foods, and to follow on from there that vegans are conspiring to kill us by imposing a vegan diet on us.
And why? Because ‘animal people’, not having much luck with humans turn to animals for solace and seek revenge for what meat-eaters have done (and still do) to their beloved animals. “Vegans want to steal our pleasure in life. They are spoilers. They aren’t like us”.
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