how inconsiderate 
have you ever investigated where the meat came from?
I didn't have to investigate where my meat came from. I'm Mexican. We literally kill the animal ourselves, and eat it afterwards. I remember when I was younger, I was outside at my Grandparents home in an old town, in Mexico. Apparently, my uncles, and their cousins decided it best to get drunk and kill a pig. So they dragged it out of it's pen, pulled out a fairly large gun, and BAM! They shot it directly in between the eyes.
The sad part is, it didn't die afterwards. I still remember it struggling to stand up, stumbling on the ground, with blood spurting out it's head. The drunkards tried shooting it again in the head, but to no avail. The poor thing(being a mother, while it's piglets where still in the pen) kept wobbling around. After a couple of shots, the pig finally died.
After watching this, I thought to myself, man, so this is what I shove in my mouth. Some poor animal has to be slaughtered to be forced in my mouth, with a sick smile on my face. After they burned the hair off the animal, and gutted the insides, they made Asado with it.
When they served the meal, I remember my mother staring at me, as if she understood that I didn't want to eat it after watching it suffer the way it did. Soon thereafter, however, I couldn't help myself, and decided to grab a plate, and eat the Asado with some homeade beans and tortillas. Bear in mind, I have seen other animals killed before my innocent eyes before, and afterwards, like goats having their throats cut, after bieng hung upside down, and the children(like myself) having to hold it's guts after they gutted it, so we could make some briskette/carne.(goat meat. "Carne" just means meat in spanish, though.) I finally started to realize that I had nothing to be sickened of, or ashamed of, since in fact, that was my culture, at least where my parents and their ancestors came from. From what my mother and father have told me, they have witnessed worse, from what their poorer relatives had to live off of, and eat.(the whole drunk beaner shooting thing was pretty awful, though, I must admit)
So in short, I will never give up meat, no matter what "better" organic foods there may be. It sounds stubborn, I know, but bear in mind, I eat more fruit than meat, on a daily basis. However, completely giving up meat in my family, would almost make me feel like I'm spitting on their culture/way of living. I can't deny who I am, or where I'm from, and am proud of it.....And I f***ing hate goats. They're creepy looking...
