Quote from: Doc on May 30, 2007, 07:14:45 PM
QuoteWell that isn't the same thing at all. And I have little doubt that chickens were not as stupid, not nearly, in the wild, as they appear to be, domesticated.
QuoteTHIS roommate had elevated chickens to a sort of elite position, above the food-chain so-to-speak, and well, there's a new bar-b-q joint in the nayborhood...
Heh. Ick. I am all for eating chickens should you be so inclined. Intelligence or emotional sensitivity do not give anybody or anything a free ride or a 'right' to be disconnected from the biotic enterprise. All living things must die and all corpses are in their turn eaten. The obscenity in eating chickens is not the eating of chickens, it is that most chickens we eat live non-lives. The same impovershed environment that causes them to be stupider than they ought to be strips their lives of joy and meaning, and the fact that they are treated like machine cogs devalues our own act of eating, transforming our relationship with food from one of intimacy to one of abuse.
Well, I have to come clean. These chickens were pets. Not very responsive pets, I might add. And noisy damn beasts to boot.
The lady, would-be-chicken-farmer's boy is allergic to stuff, it turns out the same stuff, pretty much, that I am allergic to. He has severe asthma. I have noticed that the boy is allergic to chickens. So we're talking about a weird co-dependent situation with the chickens (and the rabbits, especially "Michael", who basically eats newspapers on the kitchen floor all day), at the expense of actual persons, her own, in fact. And here I am, not allowed to bring chickens-for-eating up in the actual house.
So, I am kinda sorta struggling with Chicken Ethics as a result of this peculiar set of circumstances.
And so I wanted to ask, what's the deal?
And I am somewhat surprised at the thoughtfulness that is turning out of this topic, here.
Go Figure.
TMW
PS: My thought on Cannibalism, btw, per your biotic enterprise thought, is that it's more ethical than, say, creating a war in Iraq.
Anyway, what did chickens (back-in-the-day, before their stupidity was more-or-less enforced so we wouldn't feel too terrible about killing them for culinary purposes) actually do, you know with their sentient ways? I am clearly stuck on the thought that their function, nowadays, the only days I really now, is
to be et.