Humane means compassionate. Killing means to end the life of another.
The compassionate ending of another’s life is nothing to take lightly, nor to lie about. We end the lives of our companion animals when their lives become unbearable and there is no hope left. We usually have that dreaded task done by a veterinarian…often it’s a shot of a sedative and then when the animal is down, a fatal shot of anesthetic (actually a seizure medication), pentobarbital. Though not entirely painless, it’s a quick and fairly easy death after a life of being cared for and loved like family. Since they do indeed become like family. To those of us deserving of those animals, that is.
We all probably wish for that sort of death for ourselves when we become helpless and totally hopeless, say at age 90 or so. I think most people would wish for assisted suicide in those instances. If only our fellow humans could be fully trusted with such an enormous, deeply personal task. But with people, financial profit too often rears its ugly head, causing people to discount others’ serious needs. Money first, then you, if at all.
After all, look at what people refer to as “humane raising and killing” of non-humans.
You hear it a lot from meat eaters: “If an animal has a good life and is killed humanely, there’s nothing wrong with my eating them.” You also hear this from those who wish for cures to come from “researchers” cutting up and tinkering with animals in vivisection labs. “As long as they anesthetize them and they’re killed humanely, I’m all for animal research, it saves human lives!” parrot the puppets, despite all scientific evidence to the contrary.
In typical animal farms, large or small, those born into an environment where they are nothing more than products to be grown, used and killed for financial gain have known no real human care or love, but have known confinement, lack of freedom to be who they were meant to be, all sorts of terrifying abuse, pain and misery the likes of which people don’t even want to have nightmares about. The occasional bit of happiness may come from a caring encounter with the mother, but those are only allowed when advantageous for the humans in charge. Such as mother’s first milk for the “health” of the newly born product. Then there’s the hired help who get up to all sorts of angry mischief in those hidden away places. If you can imagine it, there are those who actually do it.
“Small, organic” farms are no guarantee of anything much better, as one can find by googling “horrible abuses at organic farm” or similar.
There’s that good life people speak of. Now to the humane killing.
Say you’re a dairy cow who’s spent her existence being artificially inseminated by cruel, frightening people. You’ve painfully given birth to many babies over the years only to have had them dragged off by heartless people, never to be seen again, before you could nurture them as every fiber of your being wanted so badly to do. Then at long last you’re no longer able to be so used. You’re now going to die by being stabbed to death. Your only hope is that they thoroughly render you unconscious before beginning the stabbing. Sometimes they do. Sometimes not. After all it’s an assembly line in those houses of slaughter, and mistakes will happen. You hear every unbearable sound in that place, the loud clanking and banging of machinery, the bellowing of your fellows, the guttural voices of humans barking orders, and more. You smell the blood and feel terror all around, it permeates your body and soul, you know that only mean, awful things happen in this place. You know your turn will be coming. And it does, and it seems like forever with the pain and gore nearly rendering you unconscious, as the carelessly delivered bolt pistol had failed to do, before you finally do black out and know no more of this life.
“I only eat grass-fed meat, humanely raised and killed. Carefully sourced. Know where my food comes from. All that. You see?”
Yes, we see all that, ad nauseam. We refuse to swallow the lies anymore; we are and we remain…vegan. Hate and ridicule all you like. Warn us of the devastating health dangers of diets and lifestyles without a basis in animal exploitation and killing…despite our good (or improved) health. Continually trumpet about extremely rare cases of nutty “vegans” who almost died or almost killed their children feeding them only bananas and water, or whatever. Throughout all of this unbelievable, toxic, lying opposition, we remain…vegan.
And yes, we will tell people whenever necessary.
It is imperative that humanity leaves off the imprisoning, using and killing of animals. Either that or our humanity always has been, is and remains the worst lie of all time. And we will carry on as is…with ruthless violence as our undercurrent. Always wondering, why?…but knowing why deep inside, while nevertheless enjoying those sausage pizzas. Humane killing involved, as usual.