“Maybe the animals are too primitive...”
...is one of the dumbest, silliest excuses a carnist cound ever make.
I have never really understood how they meant it.
Does this mean “oh, animals are too primitive so their lives don’t count at all?”
If they mean it, why do they have companion animals? (No, don’t begin with “there are livestock animals and pet animals”. This is what they call speciesism. An average pig - for example - is actually smarter than a dog, and much cleaner if they are given the chance.)
Or, does this mean “oh, animals are too primitive so they don’t even comprehend they are being killed”?
This is untrue. They are able to experience pain, fear, and separation.
Even more ironical when the above statement - about the animals “being too primitive” - comes from a carnist who
- wonders if it was Johann Sebastian Bach who lost his hearing;
- asks if “Crime And Punishment” is a historical novel;
- discusses the problems of dog poo on the streets - while having coffee and cakes;
- thinks the toilet is an acceptable topic for conversation (like, how much does using the public restroom cost in certain countries; at the restaurant of an elite hotel, they have an employee whose only job is to watch over the restaurant’s toilets and what a boring job it must be; how the toilet of a restaurant tells much about what to expect when it comes to the food they serve);
- doesn’t know if Yuri Gagarin is still alive;
- comments (with an empty, hollow smile) “I am not especially interested” in the nation’s artist, the past century’s greatest Wagnerian soprano Kirsten Flagstad (and thinks saying it with a smile made her so goddamned polite);
- comments “I cannot see why (N-word) bleach their hair” and claims to not be a racist (!!!);
- comments the art of Andrea Bocelli with a “how interesting it is, the blind are so skilled!” Good to know that for her, such an enormous artist is considered to be “skilled”. And good to know that it correlates with the fact that Bocelli had lost his eyesight in childhood :(((((
- was unable to finish reading “The Master And Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakov, because “there were too many names in it”;
- does not know what the words “heroic” and “elitist” mean;
- speaks with food in her mouth;
- is sitting with her elbows on the dinner table at the oh-so-exclusive luxury restaurant.
And she dares to say - with the usual empty smile - that “maybe the animals are too primitive”.
Who is the primitive one, really?