tcreeley
Elite Member
I was 4 when I saw my first hog butchered. It was in Majorca. They had a saw horse type table in the street. There were a lot of people around. No kids except me. Some men grabbed this large pig and layed it down on the table and held it still. Then they started to saw on its neck with a long butcher type knife - all the while holding it still. A woman had a bowl and caught the dripping blood in it. The men were laughing. The pig was squealing loudly and struggling until it just stopped. A woman gave me a milk cracker to eat while I watched from the sides. One of the men pushed his hand towards me, covered in blood above his wrist.
People do things. My brother went to help butcher a yearling calf- back when they would stun them with a sledge hammer, then cut their throat.
Go to a slaughter house. Watch them at work. There is plenty of suffering. It just happens.
I don't call it abuse, just a job.
There are those who do abuse- they are sick - had a student who skinned his dog (ended up in prison for arson). We have to be careful how we use that paint brush when we label.
- saw that last one: poison and rodents One winter down the center aisle between the cows there was this black rat all hunched and not moving more than a few inches at a time (we had put d-con out earlier). There was a big kitten trying to attack it and play with it. The rat in its misery just stayed put, and the kitten would bat it and jump back, jumping around it. Poison is a slow miserable way to die, but there are worse ways.
My step father had me toss a live trap with three rats into a burning barrel when I was a kid. That was cruel.
People do things. My brother went to help butcher a yearling calf- back when they would stun them with a sledge hammer, then cut their throat.
Go to a slaughter house. Watch them at work. There is plenty of suffering. It just happens.
I don't call it abuse, just a job.
There are those who do abuse- they are sick - had a student who skinned his dog (ended up in prison for arson). We have to be careful how we use that paint brush when we label.
- saw that last one: poison and rodents One winter down the center aisle between the cows there was this black rat all hunched and not moving more than a few inches at a time (we had put d-con out earlier). There was a big kitten trying to attack it and play with it. The rat in its misery just stayed put, and the kitten would bat it and jump back, jumping around it. Poison is a slow miserable way to die, but there are worse ways.
My step father had me toss a live trap with three rats into a burning barrel when I was a kid. That was cruel.
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