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Last year I decided to grow and slaughter my own Thanksgiving turkey. The six months I spent raising Harold were some of the best of my life -- and so were the hours I spent eating him.
  • With tears still flowing from reading that piece

    While I admire the forthright intentions of the author, I find it impossible to reconcile that even those of us most concerned with avoiding undue cruelty to animals place the highest value on the relative taste and tenderness of the meat. I have long believed that the best way to coexist with other species symbiotically (to have our cows and eat them too) would be to accept our role as benevolent caretakers of animals in exchange for which we would have the right to make use of their flesh after their natural deaths. Sometimes this would be earlier in life, sometimes later, and sometimes we would still end up having to be the killers, in the case of injuries too severe to recover from. But we would have cleaner consciences and a societal respect for life that is horribly lacking in our world now. The only true objection anyone has is not a practical matter, but a chilling self-absorbed point: "But young meat tastes best."