Here is a fine example of suicide food's ability to blend in, to recede into the background, to pass under the threshold of our awareness. When you first behold Daily Blessings Organic Farm's logo—the idyllic, bovine mother-and-child scene—does anything seem amiss? Does it strike you as odd in any way?
Whose daily blessings are celebrated here? The people living in the shadowed house way in the background, or the cows front and center? Who are the protagonists in this little drama?
The cows, of course. This is about them. We are meant to identify with them. Their lives, their blessings, their hopes and dreams. This is just plain strange.
Of all the images to represent the idea of food's blessings, this one is most neatly—if needlessly, ludicrously—in accordance with suicidefoodist principles. The suggestion is that the cows have something to be thankful for, that every day is another opportunity to offer themselves up to the killing blow, to sacrifice themselves for the family in the little shadowed house. Even while she nuzzles her child, the cow thinks gratefully of the moment when—again—they will both be dead.
One might ask, "Yes, but what other image could Daily Blessings Organic Foods have used?" One hardly need dig deep to come up with a more suitable motif. Such as? Such as that hoariest of tropes: the family, seated at the table, heads bowed in humble prayer, offering up their thanks for the bounty of which they are about to partake. In other words: Why even show the (living) cow and calf when a more comprehensible image was closer at hand?
We will not infer an agenda, but will say only this: the Movement's goals are furthered.