Oh please no! Please don't go there! When I was a wee girl of 9, I saw the neighbor of a family friend slaughter some pigs. I properly fainted. Then, I kid you not, the same week, I saw a special on tv about veal and the farmers were separating the baby calves from their moms-arghhhh, the screaming sounds killed me! I had nightmares for months. I remember my " meat" week as if it were last week because I've never eaten meat since. I'm not preachy against meat-eating, I just can't do it.
BUT, if I ever want to know more of the truth , I'll ask you because I know you could break it to me gently.
Oh, and I keep meaning to tell you that I love your "Asshats of Evil" Whoo hooo!