This article hit me at what might be a turning point in my life.
I raised chickens as a kid. We lived on an acre of land, not a farm, and I named all my chickens--every one--so when the family sat down to dinner, I never ate my pets. I just couldn't bring myself to taste "Betsy," or "Pumpkin." I watched the slaughter with great interest, (Yes, chickens do run with their heads cut off!) but biting into them would be, well, akin to eating your dog.
There were small chicken farms nearby, where I bought my feed, and the chickens there were lined up in pens. Their quarters were small, but clean, and the chickens made happy sounds while they did what chickens do--ate and layed eggs.
I never had a problem eating animals I hadn't met. We're built to be omnivores. (Look at your teeth. You've got canines, small as they are.)
But now things have changed. I am an incorrigible web surfer, and I happened upon a site that showed the treatment of food animals today. I am aghast! These animals are abused! Kicked, hit with hammers, left to die. Well, I'm sounding like one of those kooks, aren't I?
I'm not sure what to do now. Until I know I'm biting into an animal that had a short but happy life, I just can't do it. Until there is some sort of inspection process, cameras in the "farms," something to reassure me, I just can't do it. (Neither will I carry a sign while wearing a rubber skull mask, or accuse my friends of murder.) I guess, for the time being, I'm "in the closet."