What the hell are Happy Cows from California? Do they rollerblade or surf? Do they Moo with a Valley Girl accent? I’ve seen a lot of cows standing around – and they don’t look exactly thrilled with their lives. But those were New York cows – I assumed they were ‘contented’. I thought they were just hanging out waiting for their night in shining Armour.
I’ve been to California many times but I don’t remember seeing any cows. Were they at the beach or getting their vibes milked? Were they hiding from the birthplace of McDonalds, the largest meat grinder in the history of people?
Like any farm animal raised for food, we’d like to think cows don’t think. Unfortunately, studies now show they think as well as Cats and dogs who, I know, think as well as about three out of four of the people I meet everyday.
Are they happy? Who the hell knows who’s happy? As the old Italian Mother says in one of my favorite movies, “Lovers & Other Strangers” – “Don’t look for happiness, Richie. It’ll only make you miserable.”
Regardless of if they think or are happy or just content, cows aren’t treated well before (I CAN’T think of a nice way to put this!) ….they are slaughtered. PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) makes a pretty good case for the misery they endure. You can see it here: http://www.unhappycows.com/ It’s not pretty.
So ‘Happy Cows from California’ is total advertising bullshit (what a surprise) but I still eat cheeseburgers. ‘Disassociation’ is the only rationalization I have right now – but I know it sucks. But what can I eat – hummus? – whatever the fock that is. (Sorry, Paul).
I don’t know. I just don’t know.
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