By Robert Cohen Executive Director Text Only

Ark delivering cows to the slaughter

God made me do it!


Last night, I had a dream. God came to me, and told me to
build a slaughterhouse. I can still feel the words:

"The end of consumption of cow flesh has come before me; for
the earth is filled with violence wrought by those who
slaughter my gentle creatures. Behold, I will destroy the
bovines who inhabit the earth, through you."

I remember asking why I was chosen to do God's work in a
dream, of all places. "I am the notmilkman, not Noah." God
laughed, and said, "Noah had three children, you do too."

I responded, "Yes, God, Noah had three sons. Shem, Ham, and
Japheth. I have three daughters. Sarah, Jen, and Elizabeth."

I bathed in the warmth of God's smile, as he said unto me,
"So similar sounding, these names, and you continue to deny
that your destiny is a part of God's infinite plan?"

Well...it may have been only a dream, but I can be easily
led through the narcotic stupor of dreamland. "What would
you have me do, God?"

"Make thee a slaughterhouse of gopher wood; rooms shalt thou
make within, and shalt erect cameras and microphones so all
shalt see their pain and suffering, and hear their cries.
Glass walls shalt stand without. The length of the
slaughterhouse shall be three hundred cubits, the breadth of
it fifty cubits, and the height of it thirty cubits."

"Forgive me, God, but what is a cube-it, and where am I
going to get the money to buy gopher wood and glass?

Before long, I had been given the entire plan, which is now
etched in my brain. Lottery tickets. God said something
about the New Jersey lottery Big Game payout being near 100
million dollars. He gave me no numbers, but I guess the fix
is in. I'm to let the computer pick the numbers. I vowed to
buy tickets first thing in the morning.

Before waking up, I can remember questioning God's plan. In
the periphery of my consciousness, I wondered whether Alex
Hershaft would invite me to speak at this year's AR-2003
conference if I owned a slaughterhouse.

In any event, Paul McCartney did say something to the effect
that if slaughterhouses had glass walls, everybody would
become a vegetarian.

Hey, everybody thought Noah was crazy too, and his neighbors
avoided him during the construction phase. Imagine what the
animal rights people are going to say about me when my
slaughterhouse becomes operational? They'll shun me like the
plague. Come to think of it, that in itself may be one of
God's miraculous blessings.

In any event, I've now got all of the necessary building
permits, and will be breaking ground soon. The actual
slaughter room will contain state-of-the-art lighting and a
sophisticated electronic sound stage. A three camera shoot
will capture arterial blood sprays. Post production will
allow me to edit screens with the horrors of death. Bulging
eyes. Animals choking on their own blood. Worms and
parasites living within intestines. I don't imagine that
anybody will be immune to the real horror of compassionate
slaughter. All brought to you live on streaming video. Each
night, 8PM, Eastern Daylight time. We'll kill the children
first. Veal calves. Lambs. Baby horses. Somewhere around 11
PM we'll slaughter the giant beasts. The Holsteins. Some
will simultaneously give birth at the moment of death for
our West Coast audience. We'll be auctioning off pocketbook
udders on E-bay.

Every animal to be slaughtered will have a name. Perhaps
children will play with them before the moment arrives for
each of their turns to die.

God said nothing about a Disney-like tram ride, but this
could become quite the attraction. I'll invite schools to
visit, so that indelible images of death can be witnessed by
first and second graders. Maybe McCartney will write the
song to the tune of Disneyworld's "It's a Small World After
All."

"Watch the butcher slice their throats, Tummy and
intestines, digested oats, Kill the chickens, lambs and
goats, It's a small world after all..."

Streaming video on the world-wide web. Major magazines.
Newspaper stories. Perhaps a documentary, or pay-per-view
extravaganza. Celebrity slaughter? Let's see. At $39.95,
with 1.8 million homes buying in...I'll get Tyson and
Monica, and what's her name...that woman who sued Clinton.
Oh, and Tanya Harding too.

Wonder how long it will take before everybody becomes a
vegetarian?

One thing is for certain. Animal rights activists continue
to alienate meat eaters, as they have done these past twenty
years. Per capita meat and chicken consumption continues to
soar, as confirmation that America's animal rights movement
has become unproductive in its impotence.

http://www.slaughterhousecam.com


Robert Cohen, author of:   MILK A-Z
(201-871-5871)
Executive Director (notmilkman@notmilk.com)
Dairy Education Board
http://www.notmilk.com


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