NyquilAddict said:
[...] meat is suffering. [...] because of the conditions that the animals are forced to live in before they are slaughtered. [...]
That's why I harvest my meat by lurking in the dark, silently starring through a scope, patiently awaiting the tasty creature. When the innocent little being, totally oblivious of my presence, peacefully gathers its food, I squeeze the trigger of the Scout. A sudden impact shatters the animal, 3000 Joules of energy unload into its little thorax, purée the lungs, blending them to a homogeneous slime. Blood and liquified tissue splatter all over the glade. When the mortally wounded attempts to flee, I will chase him. I follow the trail of blood, finally corner the poor little thing, and finish it of with a 9 mm Para EFMJ, tearing through its spinal cord, right between axis and third cervical.
Then I'll bind together its legs with a towrope, drag it back to my car, drive a knife into the abdomen, slice it right up to the sternum, and let the steaming intestines fall to the ground.
Later I will totally tear the body apart, chop the dead meat into small pieces and enjoy a nice Barbeque with my family.
Now what?