Except pigs are food. Everything is food for something, just ask Robert Pickton. Vegans are malnourished snowflakes.
Consuming flesh, blood and bone marrow fractures identity and feeds the reptilian brain to reinforce a rationale of hierarchy. This promotes acceptance of hostile domination and reduces every form of life to a position in the food chain. An antiquated and backward notion perpetuated by religion, government and industry and to some degree family.
Consuming flesh creates a potent physiological bias that depresses the instinct of compassion not only perpetuating the act but rendering it an addiction.
Eating flesh that has been the sentient containment of a being that has thought, cared, given birth, had habits and personality traits, desires and fears and was then murdered, is not simply food. It is a physical, energetic and psychological interaction.
When the time of slaughter draws near, the animal knows death is close.
Those who wait in line for death and hear the screams and smell the blood of animals being killed before them are in a state of deep psychotic disassociation, similar to a child who cannot escape inevitable abuse. The animal will move into fight or flight mode but will not be able to escape or defend itself.
The adrenaline meant for reaction is trapped in its body. The dread, panic and terror is such that relief is found only in disengagement from awareness.
Killing a pig, a dog a hen or a horse in order to consume its body is akin to child abuse. Predatorial behaviour from those who choose to justify it because the society they move in approves of this programming and of course profits by it.
Those who consume the end product of flesh offered up in neat little packages are inevitably impaired by this miasma of despair
