I'm gonna get a PETA letter for this post
There are traditions in cultures that go back to the beginning of recorded time. Ancient Greece and pedophilia, Spain and "The Running of the Bulls, (why someone would risk getting gored by a bull horn for the reason of "well that's what has always been done" is beyond me. In Portugal we have the killing of the pig. Going back to as long as I can remember, which is basically whatever my mother has told me, the people of my parents island of Madeira for the most part grew up in poverty. Meaning you only had meat once a year, that meat was wonderful pork. Tradition is that you had to kill the pork two weeks before Christmas so that the pig will be ready to eat Christmas Day.
Even though we now have things like supermarkets and fresh, delicious, wonderful pork available to us 365 days a year, my parents and relatives still find it necessary to "Kill the Christmas Pig" Don't get me wrong, I like this tradition, there is something primitive and satisfying about killing and butchering your own meal. It is like hunting except you don't have to cover yourself in deer piss and sit in a blind freezing your nuts off trying to convince yourself that its fun.
I have taken part in this tradition and I kinda enjoyed it. I mean you have a whole different respect for your meal if you took part in the killing and butchering of the animal.
For those of you who say that pigs are smart animals and they can be just like dogs. Well if a dog was able to give us bacon, pernil, smoke pork shoulder...lets just leave it at that. Oh yeah here's are some pictures for you my sexy carnivorous readers:

AND DEAD!!!
He's Huge!!!!

There is my Christmas Pork Shoulder
Not really edible