It's all an issue of profit.
Kill 'em fast and cheap and get 'em to market.
Our cows were always affectionately raised and humanely shot just as they were finishing a huge bucket of sweet feed.
They fell instantly dead and never suffered a second of pain or terror.
The last things they knew of this life were kind words, gentle pats and tasty food.
There was always an atmosphere of resigned sadness involved.
Same with the pigs.
Each was taken away from the others so that the ones awaiting their death would not be terrified by the noise or smell of blood.
That's what I meant in an earlier post about "respect and reverence" for the beast you had to kill.
In a perfect world we'd not need to do such things but the world is, for the time being, fallen.
"That's what I meant in an earlier post about "respect and reverence" for the beast you had to kill."
Well spoken post. I'm a capitalist at heart (and a wage slave in reality), but I'll admit the process has its downside.