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Every individual who eats flesh food, whether an animal is killed expressely for him or not, is supporting the trade of slaughtering and contributing to the violent deaths of harmless animals.
I have a terrible image in my mind of a cow going to slaughter. There's not a lot of fight in them. Pigs, they'd squeal and thrash around. They'd fight. It's almost as if cows don't know they have a choice. Not that they don't panic, but they do so in a quiet way.
Sometimes the lambs slaughter the butcher.
You cut up a thing that's alive and beautiful to find out how it's alive and why it's beautiful, and before you know it, it's neither of those things, and you're standing there with blood on your face and tears in your sight and only the terrible ache of guilt to show for it.
Thousands of animals (now billions) are butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. It cries vengeance upon all the human race.
Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.
The tightly focused battle was an orgy of slaughter. Limbs, heads, and parts of bodies from men and women alike littered the ground.
Eating meat is a leftover of the greatest brutality [killing]; the transition to vegetarianism is the first and most natural consequence of enlightenment.
Having abandoned the taking of life, refraining from killing, we dwell without violence, with the knife laid down, scrupulous, full of mercy, trembling with compassion for all sentient beings.
Killing is for those with a sick mind.
Eating industrial meat takes an almost heroic act of not knowing or,
Hi! handsome hunting man
Fire your little gun.
Bang! Now the animal
is dead and dumb and done.
Nevermore to peep again, creep again, leap again,
Eat or sleep or drink again. Oh, what fun!
Learning
To believe you are magnificent. And gradually to discover that you are not magnificent. Enough labor for one human life.
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Cut the attacker down, to cut them down to their very soul
In you, humanity is precarious; and so, in dread and in shame, you kill the animal in you. And its slaughter poisons you.
In our rather stupid time, hunting is belittled and misunderstood, many refusing to see it for the vital vacation from the human condition that it is, or to acknowledge that the hunter does not hunt in order to kill; on the contrary, he kills in order to have hunted.
Predator and prey move in silent gestures, on the seductive dance of death, in the shadows cast by the vultures of the night.
In the battlefield men grapple each other and die;
The horses of the vanquished utter lamentable cries to heaven,
While ravens and kites peck at human entrails,
Carry them up in their flight, and hang them on the branches of dead trees.
In a 50 mile radius around Chicago one can see the red aura of pain, agony, terror, anger from all the animals being butchered there.
Protect and Survive
Cruelty to animals is an enormous injustice; so is expecting those on the lowest rung of the economic ladder to do the dangerous, soul-numbing work of slaughtering sentient beings on our behalf.
You have just dined," Ralph Waldo Emerson once wrote, "and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity." The
There must be something beyond slaughter and barbarism to support the existence of mankind and we must all help search for it.
To delight in conquest is to delight in slaughter.
The parallel between these animals sick from surplus value and humans sick from industrial concentration is illuminating. ( ... ) Against the industrial organization of death, animals have no other recourse, no other possible defiance, except suicide.
Nothing can be more shocking and horrid than one of our kitchens sprinkled with blood, and abounding with the cries of expiring victims or with the limbs of dead animals scattered or hung up here and there.
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watching
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butcher.
These men were born to drill and die.
Point for them the virtue of the slaughter,
Make plain to them the excellence of killing
And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
Those were my children being slaughtered.
History as the slaughter-bench
What man with a human heart, who has ever cared for domestic animals, could look into their eyes, so full of confidence and affection, and willingly give them over to the butcher's knife? How could he devour their flesh as a sweet morsel?
I am hunted by humans
Animal life, sombre mystery. All nature protests against the barbarity of man, who misapprehends, who humiliates, who tortures his inferior brethren.
I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
Cadavers' intestines hanging like a parade streamers off the sides of tables, skulls bobbing in boiling pots, organs strewn on the floor being eaten by dogs ...
I'm learning to hunt with rifles, because if you think about it, hunting gets you the healthiest meat - organic, free-range food. It's a totally yuppie spin on what I thought was kind of a redneck occupation.
To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards. For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. 165 Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.
Against self-slaughter There is a prohibition so divine That cravens my weak hand.
...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated.
To kill animals for the purpose of feeding on their flesh is one of the most deplorable and shameful infirmities of the human state
While tearing apart a bird with fat fingers,
It's like hunting cows
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
Save others, snatching them out of the fire.
Don't hunt what you can't kill
In eating ecology love murder vegan vegetarianism flesh eating is unprovoked murder.
Climbed that roost, alighted right there.
Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.
A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare.
Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear.
Yesterday, we slaughtered them and we will continue to slaughter them.
Everything eaten is killed. Every meal is a sacrifice.
Painting. Carefully, I took down the goat, the chicken, and me and
Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.
Plunder, ravage and kill; the secret works of the repugnant. Since the fall of man and brother killing brother, evil has owned the night.
How, I wondered, was one meant to live without killing, when killing sought one out at every turn? The world made its monsters indeed.
Fightning without Hope. It's no way to live its just a way to die.
How it is that Bengal with all its knowledge, intelligence, sacrifice, and emotion tolerates this slaughter?
You know what's more insane than [slaughterhouses]? Meat eaters. Walking around, acting like their lifestyle isn't causing any harm.
Beating the dead animals in the dissecting room with a stick." "Beating them with a stick!" "Yes, to see whether bruises could be made after death. I saw him at it with my own eyes." "But he is not a medical student?" "No. I have no idea what he wants to do with his studies. But here
What's with savage humans always wanting to cannibalize us?" Jaden asks as she runs past Summer to check for any more of the Tainted around the corner.
"They want to suck your blood," Rob says in a Romanian accent.
Jaden snorts. Too bad humor won't help them out of this mess.
going, they needed to see a profit. And just running cattle
The maternal impulse in animals to protect their young - that kind of instinct and subsequent violence is quite beautiful. Mythic even.
I have never known the mind of a wolf hunting a deer, but I imagine it must feel a little like this. The twisted excitement of seeing the weak and wounded cowering before you. The knowledge that, in this instant, you have the power to end its life or grant it mercy. In this moment, I am a god.
Move, hunt, kill. Like lather, rinse, and repeat.
We murder to dissect.
Bottling up his malice to be suppressed and brought out with increased violence.
Dying
shucks! If you kin handle the living, what's to be afraid of the dying?
Shooting with his camera the animals tha they did not allow him to kill with his rifle .
Hunting humans for sport? Eating them?" the bitterness in his voice cut through me. "Yeah, I caught that part."
"That doesn't have anything to do with you?
He lifted his eyes, gaze shuttered. "No?"
"Not unless being a werewolf transforms you into a wolf AND a redneck moron.
This, for many people, is what's most offensive about hunting - to some, disgusting: that it encourages, or allows, us not only to kill but to take a certain pleasure in killing
Killing is the ultimate refutation of our own humanity.
What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with blood?
Hunting and gathering are in my blood. But I've lived long enough to witness a diminution in the seas, and to notice a fragility where once I saw - or assumed - an endless bounty.
Folklore and mythology, as well as man's catastrophic disregard for nature, are the meat of Joseph D'Lacey's horror. But the prime cuts are always compassion and surprise.
If you visit the killing floor of a slaughterhouse, it will brand your soul for life.
Like other Americans, I've reconciled myself to the idea that an animal's life has been sacrificed to bring me a meal of pork or chicken. However, industrial meat production - which subjects animals to a life of torture - has escalated the karmic costs beyond reconciliation.
Hunting is not those heads on the wall
Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.
Anything short of cannibalism is just beating around the bush.
It's not so much about killing an animal, it's being at peace and you don't have to worry about all the other things that go on. That's a couple of hours a week that you get to escape but it's nice to do that.
The vast carnival of cruelty called animal exploitation goes on and on
and it is all so needless, even counter-productive. There is already an adequate (often superior) non-animal substitute for virtually everything obtained by animal suffering and slaughter ...
Why fight the enemy when you could food them?
For hunter it's just a meal, but for the prey it's a matter of life and death! -- Same game, different stakes!
To put the flesh of an animal into one's belly makes one an accessory after the fact of its slaughter, simply because if cows, pigs, sheep, fowl, and fish, to mention the most common, were not eaten they would not be killed.
Grind the faces of the poor.
Three points for the dead slowly prising open the lids of their coffins. They want to hunt the living. They can't stop. Their throats have turned to liquid and their fingers glint under the weak autumn sun.
Foxhunting ... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
herding cats and shoveling smoke.
Successful hunting, it could be said, is an act of terminal empathy: the kill depends on how successfully a hunter inserts himself into the umwelt of his prey
even to the point of disguising himself as that animal and mimicking its behavior.
These enthusiasts often like to hang signs that say "Gone Fishin'" or "Gone Huntin'". But what these slogans really mean is "Gone Killing.
The case for exploiting animals for food, clothing and entertainment often relies on our superior intelligence, language and self-awareness: the rights of the superior being trump those of the inferior.
Vegetarian: Indian word for lousy hunter.
Species kill other species. Our species killing all species... Including the forest, and we just call it industry, not murder.
Killing is the payoff of war.
Recognize meat for what it really is: the antibiotic- and pesticide-laden corpse of a tortured animal.
We must look deeply. When we buy something or consume something, we may be participating in an act of killing. This precept [non-killing] reflects our determination not to kill, either directly or indirectly, and also to prevent others from killing.
Rolling torture wagons for nature's most dignified creature.
I'm investigating people who sacrifice trained killers to dark gods.
Perfect, it will keep him occupied.
In what capacity?
Bait.
To offer up spiritual sacrifices
It is the blood that feeds the flesh," Ysidro said. "We can - and do, at need - live upon the blood of animals, or blood taken from the living without need of their death. But it is the death that feeds the powers of our minds. Without the kill, we find our abilities fading,
Mr.Tasker worshipped pigs, and a great many of his gods, fat and lean, were always in the fields round his house. He killed his gods himself, and with great unction he would have crucified them if he could have bled them better that way and so have obtained a larger price.