These days we're safely insulated from the horrors of our own decisions. If you want a hamburger, you go to McDonald's. You never see the cow's mother being forcibly impregnated with a farmer's hand up her vagina. You never see the cow growing up in an overcrowded stable, covered in shit and filth, fed high fructose corn syrup and growth hormones from a dirty trough. You never see the slaughterhouse workers slitting the throat of dozens of cows per minute, with no time to stun half of them properly before killing them. You don't see the nightmares of the slaughterhouse workers, or the delusions they suffer of the dead cows' lifeless eyes staring back at them, and you don't see them go home and beat their wives and get addicted to alcohol as they begin to accept that violence is an ordinary part of life. You just get your greasy hamburger with the wrong toppings and scarf it down in your car, scrolling memes on your phone to distract yourself from the reality of your meal. Yum!