Posted by Adele
pain I am reminded of the images of those who at this moment, all over the world, are victims of hunger, poverty, disease, war, violence and selfishness and all the horrors caused by man. I am reminded of images of those who suffer from lack of food, medicines, shelter, a job, of those who die of poverty, but also of those who die too well. But selfishness is not only kills human victims. There is an incalculable number of innocent defenseless beings as the animals, which at this moment are killed even by those who supposedly oppose the ugliness of the world.
Painful me back in my mind the images of animals which at this moment are suffering because of man. E 'night is dark, it's cold and I see with my mind the noble cows, calves are the meek, the powerful horses, take lambs herded into cramped and pestilential enclosures with sweet, without malice, that tomorrow will be slaughtered, murdered, blown to pieces, roasted, packaged and sold to supermarkets in a few days because it's Christmas. And I can not do anything to prevent it. I have my comfortable house, lounge, television, telephone, refrigerator full of every good thing. Can I take the car and move in different places, meet people, I can go to the movies, followed by a concert, or simply watch the windows. And they are always there in silence in the dark, cold in their droppings and the fetid air of the stables without their simplicity allows it to understand this because their plight.
Two years is the average life of a cow farm. I in two years how many things I experienced. I had a bath in the wonderful sea of \u200b\u200bPuglia, I visited many major cities, I climbed all the way up the mountains of the Stelvio. I've seen the lakes, green and transparent. And they are always there, motionless, with their large, soft hairy head tied to the manger, dumb, pain, scared. The only variation of their brief and miserable existence is that tomorrow will be loaded on wagons to be delivered to the executioners. And I can not do anything to prevent it. And I'm leaving the streets full of people of color, gaiety. In a few days it's Christmas, it's time for gifts, it's time for me to be happy and yet something in his lap without crashing into anyone or anything could soothe my anguish, my despair. I return in the merciless
Images mind agonizing birds in the woods with broken wings or belly ripped a shot that bird and maybe they too had some chicks will die slowly, very slowly because the cruel hunter was to fill his empty existential killing something, someone. And now the bird is there moaning without hope, without it. I see animals dying on the shelves of vivisection, some live with her belly open and his skull drilled. And I'm here for dinner with friends to celebrate this Christmas is you have to be happy while the animal is always there in his overwhelming loneliness, anguish in his incomprehensible without the possibility of be helped, without which nothing can alleviate his agony.
I see the tender and soft packed lambs, innocent as children, bleating, fearful that tomorrow will be slaughtered because someone will want to eat their legs, others will delight your palate by eating their livers, someone else will eat their brains, others their hearts and their bones are thrown into huge incinerators and these creatures will not stay fluffy and hold nothing, not even a memory. Just out in life have not had time to even realize exist.
I see the mighty and arrogant horse when the beast man shoots him in the middle of the front of a captive bolt (which, as a chisel's pat forehead) and the horse fell, aside like a rag, an empty bag.
But now I'm having dinner with vegetarian friends, you celebrate, be merry. On the table there are animals killed. Before you start wondering a moment of silence and without asking why the friend accepts and silently ask forgiveness of the animal for forgiveness for my helplessness, but this does not change their cruel fate. And it's Christmas.
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