Please, calm down! It's not what you think!
It only appears to be a crazed (and wristless) gym teacher putting a chokehold on a cow, as a cleaver lurks with all the patience of death's grim inevitability.
It's an honest mistake for one uninitiated into the dystopian cabal of suicidefoodism. But see there? The cow's Mona Lisa smile? She's a willing and satisfied participant in this wince-making pas de deux. (But you were right about the butcher's wristlessness.)
Which makes this just another walk in the suicide food park. In fact, it's practically an archetype, the butcher and his cheerful charge. (Remember this blissful trio?)
Even more than a pig and his spit, the "food" animal and its butcher represents the basis of suicidefoodist society, the symbiosis that serves as a foundation for the entire enterprise. Yes, yes, of course, self-murdering animals always have been—and always will be!—a crucial component of suicidefoodism. But it is the butcher-butchered duality that forms the central fact of our beloved (and despised) Movement.
(Thanks to Dr. Dan for the referral and the photo.)