Following on from the “Happy Pigs Make For Tastier Sausages” article highlighted in the previous post (see here) and while noting that though, “the farmers are members of the RSPCA’s Freedom Food Assurance Scheme” so too were the farmers of these pigs, these ducks (and here), and these fragile and defenceless birds:
I propose that this should be the poster pig for the Campaign:
Goodness – she’s so very happy happy happy! she’ll even willingly dismember herself (such is her gratitude to you for having granted her – ‘for a limited time only’ – the greater freedom to live a more natural and fulfilling life, as nature intended).
On a very related note: this site ‘Suicide Food‘ deserves attention. Once again the extreme lengths that vested interests go to convince us/ we are are willing to go to convince ourselves that eating flesh is “A -ok!”… to the extent that we can believe that other animals are indebted to us for depriving them of life and eating their remains is at once both utterly striking, and horrific.
I’ll just close by drawing your attention to the concluding paragraph by Henry S. Salt (1914: 7) in his article: The Humanities of Diet :
“I advance no exaggerated or fanciful claim for Vegetarianism. It is not, as some have asserted, a panacea for human ills; it is something much more rational, an essential part of the modern humanitarian movement, which can make no true progress without it. Vegetarianism is the diet of the future, as flesh-food is the diet of the past. In that striking and common contrast, a fruit shop side by side with a butcher.s, we have a most significant object lesson. There, on the one hand, are the barbarities of a savage custom.the headless carcases, stiffened into a ghastly semblance of life, the joints and steaks and gobbets with their sickening odour, the harsh grating of the bone-saw, and the dull thud of the chopper – a perpetual crying protest against the horrors of flesh-eating. And, as if this were not witness sufficient, here, close alongside, is a wealth of golden fruit, a sight to make a poet happy, the only food that is entirely congenial to the physical structure and the natural instincts of mankind, that can entirely satisfy the highest human aspirations. Can we doubt, as we gaze at this contrast, that whatever intermediate steps may need to be gradually taken, whatever difficulties to be overcome, the path of progression from the barbarities to the humanities of diet lies clear and unmistakable before us?