Jonathan Safran Foer/savouring the flavour of murder

While reading Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer I felt a strong empathy for the writer. But I am not a man, I am not jewish, I am not in my thirties, I am not American.
Eating Animals is a non-ficton work where Foer tries to explain why we (the first world) eat so much meat and why we shouldn't. The strange thing is that we love animals and we spend a lot of money for our loving pets (buying them even presents), and then we eat an incredible huge number of animals every year. The point is that we don't need to eat so much meat and also the animals we're eating are raised in barbaric conditions. In fact they are bred to produce the maximum amount of meat in the minimum amount of time and with the minimum cost. Foer ends up telling us many stories even concerning his childhood and his youth during which he tried several times to become a vegetarian and several times violated this intention. I liked very much this aspect of his personality maybe because doesn't make him appear a rigid and extremist animalist activist. Another story concerns the amount of antibiotics we ingest eating animals: the antibiotics farmers give to livestock create also new resistant germs called superbugs.
Moreover, farming industries strongly contribute to the pollution of our planet, in any possible way (eg: the pigs processed by a single company, Smithfield Foods, generate as much excrement as all of the human residents of the states of California and Texas combined.)
Then last but not least Foer talks about suffering, and sometimes I had to stop reading this part for a while: we now that animals are killed in the slaughterhouses but maybe we are not aware that sometimes cows are dismembered and skinned alive.
Do we need other reasons to stop eating or at least strongly reduce our consumption of meat?

That's what Morrisey wrote in 1985, at that time he was my guru:

Meat is Murder

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER

And the calf that you carve with a smile
It is MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
It is MURDER
Do you know how animals die?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER

It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER

NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
Oh ... and who cares about an animals life?