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remoteash:

Do you kill your own food? If you can’t look it in the eye and take its life, maybe you shouldn’t eat it.

If I had a shotgun, I would personally go shoot a cow, do all the butchering, and make delicious burgers out of it myself just to prove that this is a completely invalid argument.

Dude I don’t know if you know this, but BACK IN YE OLDEN DAYS, people did kill their own food**. It’s not that nobody has the heart to kill what they eat, it’s that it’s messy, time-consuming work and we’re all just too lazy. 

Move along. 

** The “you idiot” is implied. 

That also makes it seem like we should only kill and eat animals that are ugly.

I kinda always thought cows were ugly…

I once applied for a job in an abattoir, oddly enough. I’ve also looked into becoming a butcher. Never actually killed my own meat though, but I do get rabbits from a mate of mine who goes hunting.

Of course I can’t kill my own food.  I live in the suburbs.  My yard is tiny and we’re not allowed to have animals outside unless they’re on a leash—that is attached to a person.

I may be a sentimental fuck, but I also have to eat meat, and if I had to kill my own meat I’d learn to do it.  Because that’s what it takes for me to live.

Dear Vegans: Stop with the sanctimonious pap.

Love,

Someone who can and will kill animals before eating them

Also, this argument is pretty much invalid for… well… just about every form of seafood.  Most people would have no ethical problem dispatching a fish, lobsters and certain crabs are nearly always dispatched right before eating, mussels are bought and cooked alive, and clams and oysters are *eaten* alive.

So vegans should be just fine with seafood.

I agree.  When I have time, I will take a North Carolina safety course, pick up my 150 lb draw crossbow, and walk out into the hills that fed my ancestors for, considering the mountaineer and Cherokee in my family tree, generations beyond count.  Guns are too loud.  I will go to a safe place, having gotten written permission to hunt there in advance.  If I find myself unable to look my food in the face, I will walk home to a life of vegetarianism.  I doubt that will occur.  My father is Texan.  There are many hunters on both sides of my family.  I grew up viewing it as acceptable.  I grew up eating meat.  I am a recent descendent of farmers.  I am not temperamentally squeamish.  Gore has never bothered me.  I will wait for a deer.  I will probably put a bolt through its heart.  I will do so with great solemnity and gratitude for a life sacrificed to the cause of feeding my family and neighbors, use as much of the animal as possible, and send some of the meat to a food bank.  I do not judge other meat-eaters who never hunt, but I see the point of this argument.  It makes sense to me.  If I am to eat meat, I will face what it means.  I will get it myself at least once.