Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/5/84; site ssc-vax.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxr!mhuxj!houxm!vax135!cornell!uw-beaver!ssc-vax!wanttaja From: wanttaja@ssc-vax.UUCP (Ronald J Wanttaja) Newsgroups: net.flame Subject: ... its OK to eat veal now, i guess... Message-ID: <340@ssc-vax.UUCP> Date: Wed, 16-Jan-85 01:57:40 EST Article-I.D.: ssc-vax.340 Posted: Wed Jan 16 01:57:40 1985 Date-Received: Fri, 18-Jan-85 01:36:20 EST Distribution: net Organization: Boeing Aerospace Co., Seattle, WA Lines: 43 > Why, you ask, is it all right to kill animals who have been raised for food > bu not wild animals? This question is almost to ridiculous to answer. > Because one is raised for food and the other is not. Really now, you can > raise crops in your own backyard and reap the harvast, but you can not go > into a National Forest or wilderness area and start cutting down trees or > wild plants for your cupboards. Say wha? The comparison between "conventional food animals" and wild animals is that of feeling pain, desiring to stay alive, etc... NOT that of "who owns them!" Do you recall where the title of this brouhaha came from? "Flame Broiled Veal"... a gent complained that his favorite fast food place had discontinued selling his favorite Veal sandwitch, due to the complaints of "animal rights-ists". Since the calves are domestic critters raised for food, I assume you are taking his side, since you are saying "Its OK to kill them if they are going to feed the mass market." Until we start raising lobotomized animals, they are going to resent being killed! Remember, they were, at some point, wild animals. They're bred for production, and, if needs be, docility, but that does not make them any less alive than the "wild animals." The Texas Longhorn was basically a wild cow... they were allowed to freely roam the range most of the year. The range roaming got cut down when public demand called for TENDER beef. I'll close this with a story from when I was a kid, staying on my Grandparent's farm. One day, my grandmother told me to catch two chickens. I caught them, and while caught, they squawked to high heaven, and fought. But when my grandmother took one to the area of the chopping block, it's squawk changed... to more of a low croon. I was probably oversensitive and had too much imagination back then, but it seemed to me at the time that they knew what was coming- their actions changed so much. Then I had fun chasing the headless chickens through the bushes :-) Beware the Man With the Hammer, Ron Wanttaja (ssc-vax!wanttaja) ".. and oi'll see he regrets it to his dying day, if he lives that long..."