Comments on: A Meditation on Slaughter

By: Bill

Bill — Sat, 27 Apr 2024 14:59:36 +0000

This was very nicely written for those of us that understand what it is to raise and process animals for meat. The rest of the idiots with their negative comments will never get it. Keep up the good work and thank you for this. I needed it after having a rough processing session.

By: LaToria

LaToria — Mon, 17 Apr 2023 19:07:35 +0000

So poetic. Almost mesmerizing!

By: jil

jil — Wed, 19 Oct 2022 23:14:24 +0000

I was unsure whether I should read this as I really want to be appalled at anything or anyone taking the life of another. However, I found it strangely calming – a clarification of the circle of life, the confirmation of resurrection and how it’s meant to be. I found the description to be spiritual, poetic and pure. She tells a tale of simple truths: love and care for the animal during its life and total respect for its slaughter. I can easily accept this necessary process for us to survive if it were always this way and I now realise that it is the cruel mass production and its system that I am truly horrified by.

By: blah

blah — Wed, 19 Oct 2022 22:12:44 +0000

In reply to Jurgen. or Hannibal Lechter eek.

By: Naomi Chorney

Naomi Chorney — Tue, 18 Oct 2022 04:01:30 +0000

Living and working on a family-run farm teaches about being grateful. More on that a bit later. I invested 4 months one summer on a farm with 25 dairy cattle and 7,000 chickens.
Almost immediately, I became intimately acquainted with the circle of life and the inevitability of death.
Sickly and henpecked chicks are triaged daily and terminated, their limp bodies tossed to the barn cats. After 42 days, the chicks are now roasters.
A dairy cow is bred to produce milk and is kept in a cycle of pregnancy, birth, lactation until her milk production declines below the favourable opportunity cost of keeping the cow alive.
Her young have one of two destinies. Females will, in turn, produce milk, and later meat. Males are meat. Younger males are veal. Older males are beef.
This is the reality of farm life. Killing in the service of living. Circle of life some say
Now back to my earlier comment about gratitude. Indigenous peoples carry a profound understanding of gratitude for the animal whose life is taken so that they may live.
I am truly grateful for the meat I eat and the people and processes that make this possible. I have my own version of a gratitude prayer before a meal. I would likely not eat meat on any ongoing basis if I had to kill and butcher the animal myself.

By: Martin Connor

Martin Connor — Mon, 17 Oct 2022 22:18:24 +0000

I love what I just read. I am looking for a perfect word to centralize my feeling from the prose.

By: John Dennis Garber

John Dennis Garber — Mon, 17 Oct 2022 21:21:07 +0000

I do not understand how any one can raise an animal and then kill it and eat it. It is so unnecessary, horribly cruel, and not good for the killer, nor the consumer. The meat “industry” is so much worse, of course, with all the antibiotics and toxins, and intentional cruelty, and ecological nightmares and environmental disasters it causes. Th is is wrong in so many ways.

By: Iisa

Iisa — Mon, 17 Oct 2022 16:25:54 +0000

This was beautifully written. The reality of regeneration, resurrection and hope were themes I took away. Looking forward to your book!

By: Jurgen

Jurgen — Mon, 17 Oct 2022 14:18:57 +0000

Ummm, lady, you’re just killing chickens and butchering them: nothing “poetic” about it unless you’re just trying to process what is really a brutal procedure. Also, what you’ve written sounds an awful lot like the meditation of a serial killer: “the word that best describes that sense is fascination. It is never disgust and not quite desire. Enjoyment comes close but reads too passive and distractible, and the key nature of my sense at slaughter is a pure lack of distraction. The work for me is exactly captivating. There is nothing else I am thinking about, nothing I’d rather be doing.” LOL

By: Amy

Amy — Wed, 12 Oct 2022 17:43:43 +0000

I needed this so much; this mundane truth. Damn that was realistically, beautiful!