#slaughter

People care about animals. I believe that. They just don’t want to know or to pay. A fourth of all chickens have stress fractures. It’s wrong. They’re packed body to body, and can’t escape their waste, and never see the sun. Their nails grow around the bars of their cages. It’s wrong. They feel their slaughters. It’s wrong, and people know it’s wrong. They don’t have to be convinced. They just have to act differently. I’m not better than anyone, and I’m not trying to convince people to live by my standards of what’s right. I’m trying to convince them to live by their own. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#animals #slaughter #veganism #vegetarian #stress

It’s like a man in the trenches again: he doesn’t know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he’ll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he’ll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he’d slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why. ↗

— Henry Miller

#slaughter #soldiers #trenches #men

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#present

Are these the Americans? People remain silent and placate the Americans. By God, they only deserve scorn. We slaughtered them yesterday and we will continue to slaughter them. ↗

— Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf

#deserve #god #only #people #remain

Yesterday, we slaughtered them and we will continue to slaughter them. ↗

— Mohammed Saeed al-Sahaf

#slaughter #slaughtered #them #will #yesterday

I became vegan because I saw footage of what really goes on in the slaughterhouses and on the dairy farms. ↗

— Ellen DeGeneres

#because #dairy #farms #footage #goes

The great disadvantage of our present electoral system is that it freezes the pattern of politics, and holds together the incompatible because everyone assumes that if a party splits it will be electorally slaughtered. ↗

— Roy Jenkins

#because #disadvantage #electoral #everyone #freezes

Again and again workers told me that they are under tremendous pressure not to report injuries. The annual bonuses of plant foremen and supervisors are often based in part on the injury rate of their workers. Instead of crating a safer workplace, these bonus schemes encourage slaughterhouse managers to make sure that accidents and injuries go unreported. Missing fingers, broken bones, deep lacerations and amputated limbs are difficult to conceal from authorities. But the dramatic and catastrophic injuries in a slaughterhouse are greatly outnumbered by less visible, though no less debilitating, ailments: torn muscles, slipped disks, pinched nerves. ↗

— Eric Schlosser

#meat #slaughterhouse #food

The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry. ↗

— Raoul Vaneigem

#arguing #dancing #drinking #holding #inventing

Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you’re stuck in a love triangle, aren’t you?" "Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?" "That’s a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon." "And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded. Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose. ↗

— Lisa Mantchev

#cobweb #faires #funny #humor #love-triangles