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While of course I’m thrilled at the prospect of carnivorous local farms being destroyed — and in fact, that is the only happy silver lining of THIS story — I am having trouble thinking too deeply about this situation, which is why I’m posting it here. Any time I can’t allow myself to approach even abstract thought about a particular animal issue because I know the tornado of emotion that will follow, I know it’s time to pay close attention.
Especially horrifying — beyond the murder of the pigs, if possible — is the devastating reality that the reason they are being murdered is because they appear to be getting just a little too close to feral. That is to say, they are straying too far from their allowable domesticated bonds of slavery, so of course we have to kill them.
When will enough animal rights activists get ANGRY ENOUGH? Where is the RAGE? Where is the ANGER? THIS is why I can’t stomach gourmet vegan dinners in the name of activism — THIS is why my whole BODY screams when I read the news — WHEN WILL WE GET ANGRY ENOUGH TO MAKE THIS STOP?
I am not yelling at you, my reader, but I will say that if you are not yelling — if you are not finding yourself weeping or wailing or throwing things around the room or otherwise expressing moral outrage over this or the ten million other beyond-horrible things that are done to non-human animals every day — every SECOND of every day — then perhaps you might want to ask yourself why not. Why aren’t you just that angry? Just that grief-stricken? Just that determined to say enough is enough?