Is this Right !!!

This is Extremely Disturbing
DISCLAIMER: This is an extremely disturbing topic. What you are about to read is VERY graphic. Please understand that the first part of this blog is to build a foundation for my point at the end.

You lie on a cold floor, naked. Stripped of your dignity. Your master has you caged in a place so small you cannot stand. Your back hurts. So badly you wish to stretch, but there is no room.

Your permanent fetal position is excruciating. You scream for release, but your pleas are ignored. You beg with all your heart's power. You're tired of screaming. But you can't stop. Maybe, just maybe, he'll show you mercy and set you free.

You're starving, you're thirsty. What little food he gives you is enough to keep you alive but never satisfied.

Footsteps. He's coming. Have your screams worked? Yes! He opens the door to your prison and you struggle out. But you cannot stand. Your legs are too weak. And you realize then, as you cry for his help, that he hasn't come to release you. He has come to finish you off.

You notice a long object in his hand. It's a lead pipe. He holds it over his head with one hand and with a single powerful blow, he strikes and breaks what's left of your legs. You scream. The pain is too much. You beg to die. Death is now paradise. Heaven or Hell? You don't care. You just want to fucking die.

Again, his overwhelming strength thrusts his weapon upon you. This time your back. Both shoulder blades are shattered and you suddenly can no longer feel your legs. He's destroyed a part of your spine, it seems. And he walks away.

For twenty minutes, you experience the worst pain imaginable. You begin thinking of ways to kill yourself. Is it possible? And then the pain takes over again.

He returns. This time, he has a chain with a hook on the end. He reaches for one of your arms and grabs it so powerfully and awkwardly that it breaks in a twist. You see your forearm protruding from your elbow. He pulls you violently by this arm over rocky ground to a hanging conveyor belt.

Your capturer inserts his hook into the back of your neck, not caring whether its penetration will kill you or not. And unfortunately, it doesn't.

By the other end of the chain, he hoists you to the conveyor belt and hangs you there.

Your vision is patchy. Everything is a blur. Blood drips into your eyes. Your pain is beginning to subside. Death is near.

Suddenly, you feel a stinging on your face. You realize he's burning your face off! You smell your skin melting. And finally, you savior arrives.

You die.

This is a reality.
Technically, the above tale is a metaphor. But this very event happens thousands of times a day in India alone. I've placed you in the above story in the position of an animal being raised and slaughtered for our consumption. The incident I describe is accurate in the events that actually occur.

Is this right?
I'm not here to say whether this is right or not. I will not engage in an ethical debate on this issue. I have simply described events known to occur at slaughterhouses around the country—legally.

I can bet that 99% of you can say without hesitation, "it's horrible what they're doing to those animals." And I'm one of you. I say the EXACT same thing (oops, ethical slip). But it doesn't stop you and me from eating beef, pork, chicken, or turkey. Am I a hypocrite?

Animals are of a lesser conscious than humans are.
Animals are often thought of as non-conscious beings. They cannot reflect, they cannot know their mortality. They simply live as they are programmed to do. We're suppose to kill animals and eat them, right? For protein, etc. But are these conditions acceptable?

Is this right?