Day 35l: A not-so-Good Life … (05/19/2019)
The image below captures how many folks think life is like for the cows that produce the milk & cheese they regularly consume. Of course, nothing could be further from the Truth for 99% of the world’s dairy slaves; with lives soaked in abuse and filth and disease … 🙁 … And yet quite a few other people think that this picture captures a “humane” alternative; that it would somehow be OK to consume dairy if the cows “giving” the same could lead lives like the ones seen here. And yet once again, nothing is further from the Truth, for every single one of those same cow-cousins who live their lives on “idyllic” farms similar to this one live lives that are brutally shortened — lives that all come to a horrifyingly violently end in an adolescence that is as pure as it is innocent … 🙁 🙁
I met many pilgrims along The Way who marveled at how inquisitive the dairy cows were they encountered — how gentle and playful and curious. And yet these same pilgrims were all shocked to learn the reason for the same: namely, that these cows — every single one of them — were & remain MERE CHILDREN. For all dairy cows, even in the “best” of commodified conditions, only produce enough milk to be profitable for 4-5 years, at which time they are ALL murdered violently and then ALL sold as mere “meat” … 🙁 🙁 🙁
The normal lifespan of a domesticated cow is 20-25 years, my Friends, and every time you pay for dairy products in your grocery cart, you are directly paying the dairy industry to rob them of the vast majority of their days — directly paying to murder them all well before their time.
Please stop doing so …
Please GO VEGAN today.
Thank you.
“I became a vegan the day I watched a video of a calf being born. The baby was dragged away from his mother before he hit the ground. The helpless calf strained its head backwards to find his mother. The mother bolted after her son and exploded into a rage when the rancher slammed the gate on her. She wailed the saddest noise I’d ever heard an animal make, and then thrashed and dug into the ground, burying her face in the muddy placenta. I had no idea what was actually happening — I just knew that it was deeply wrong. I knew that such suffering could never be worth the taste of milk and veal. I felt the suffering of the cow and her calf and, in so doing, my life was forever changed.” ~ via James McWilliams
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