I'm not talking about the ends.. I said in the OP that small fish are eaten by big fish and that is the way of life.
I'm talking about the means. I'm talking about how most people will breeze through a McDonald's and mindlessly eat a burger in their car without seeing the suffering of the cow that paid for it's life with $1.39 fast food. I'm talking about how, years ago, as many here have attested via their own histories, hunting was the way to feed a family. There is a relationship between the hunter and the hunted. Today, that relationship is gone. We call chunks of animal flesh "meat." We champion the lives of horses and dogs because we think they are cute, noble creatures, but animals with similar degrees of sentience are anonymous resources for the bacon on our plate. I'm talking about how there is a difference in the intention and the awareness one used to bring to this relationship between prey and predator, and civilization has quashed that. I don't even say grace anymore to thank the animals for the gift of their lives for my sustenance.
So it's about the fact, and the contradiction, that I am revolted by a bear kill by a young man, but I'm not revolted enough by the suffering of animals in factory farms. It raises questions to me about a civilized, modern consumerist life that has robbed me of the intimacy of the dance of life and death. Again, this is a personal reflection. I am not judging anyone else's thoughts and feelings.