Proof that humanely raised and slaughtered animals are much better off.

You’re looking at what’s left of four steers.  Three came from a factory farm.  One was fortunate enough to be humanely raised and slaughtered by a compassionate family farmer. As you can see, it was much better off than the other three.  You can’t see?  Then you’re not looking closely enough. Look at the three on the right from the factory farm.  Three living, breathing, sentient beings who craved life as much as any person, now nothing but slabs of flesh scraped off a carcass.  Compare them to the fortunate humanely raised and slaughtered steer on the left.  Now you see the difference, right?  No?  Then you’re just being stubborn.  There’s an enormous difference. Otherwise the Animal Welfare Institute and Humane Farming Association wouldn’t give it their seals of approval.  This is getting frustrating.  Look again.  Okay? Yes?  You finally see one is much better off?  About time. Wait, you think the one who’s better off isn’t the steer, but rather the person who gets to enjoy a juicy burger without pangs of guilt?  Wrong again.  Wrong and so deeply cynical.  Will you please look at the humanely raised and slaughtered steer on the left.  Or is it the right?  Or one of two middle ones?  Now you’re getting me confused.  The point is, the free range, humanely raised and slaughtered steer had it much much better and the proof is right in front of you.  How can you not see it?

A new oxymoron

There's a musician who has a website with an encyclopedic list of oxymorons.  He thought he had them all covered, from the George Carlin-made-famous military intelligence and jumbo shrimp to more obscure ones like job security and double solitaire.  But his list was incomplete.  He'd overlooked one created by a mind-numbingly twisted world that's set aside a place where living beings are herded and shoved into cages and starved and abused until, with eyes as full of terror and comprehension as any self-deifying human could ever be when confronted with the final moment, their lives are torn away from them.   It's this dark and cursed place, the factory farm, that provides us with an oxymoron which i passed along to the musician with the website.  He said it was a new one and added it to his list.  Humane slaughter.