“don’t mess with my steak!”
Below you will find an e-mail I got this morning from a guy identifying himself as an “Animal Welfare Specialist” from Brenham Texas. He was responding to this piece: http://www.theatlantic.com/life/archive/2011/08/the-dangerous-psychology-of-factory-farming/244063/. I was actually going to write a serious response to the letter but then my head began to spin and I found myself craving some tofu and spinach. . . . Enjoy:
I understand the reason you feel pain for farm animals, but you have to back up a step and consider that if it were not for their food value they would not live at all. These ranchers have bred their cows to produce steers which are fed for about 14 months before being marketed. Those cows you make reference to in your article are out eating and having sex for 14 or 15 years ( which is the average lifetime of a bovine ) and are actually a lot like the poor and downtrodden Americans you liberals are so worried about. They don’t do a damn thing but eat and reproduce and the rancher has to make sure they have enough to eat. Those cows aren’t raised to be food, they are raised to beget steers, who are then treated to the best foodstuffs available, to produce the most tasteful and tenderest red meat possible for humans to eat. The old longhorns raised in the 1850’s when you claim agriculture was a perfect touchey/feely enterprise were wilder then deer and meaner then bear and killed a lot of early ranchers- and produced meat which resembled leather more then the meat you are used to eating today. You need to look around and see the light, or move your stupid butt to California so you and the rest of your tree hugging budies can starve to death slowly eating your tofu and spinach- but don’t mess with my steak!