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Having recently read a book of startling facts associated with the manufacture of this country's meat supply, as well as its frozen meat export market, purging was the only remedy for depression. Questionably poetic, but perhaps thought provoking.
Animal Chain Atrocities No longer a bucolic photo op bedecking a cover of Life magazine Free grazing pastoral images now but bewildered enslavement Animal commodities factory farms and feedlots CAFO habitats raising sixty billion a year for dinner tables Chickens Hi-Tech slaughter football fields long alethic poor four walled ovens of another kind debeaked and toe-chopped fowl jammed in cages made to stand in assembly-line putrefaction Wing stretching impossible starvation strategy amok lights off long darkened days lights on long trickery days springtime in winter maximized egg laying appeasing breakfast-insatiables Cattle Newborn calves early prep castrated within hours crunched in miserable confinement Brown and white fur for acres a canvas of massacre a sea of cattle mooing for survival moving mass no escape no Blue Grama Grass Buffalo Grass off prairie Yesterday's folklore Then... Three months before execution feed dumped in highway-like divider troughs grain fattening ears implanted anabolic steroids Day of reckoning Strong herded forward weak cattle forklifted to their feet into the slaughter chute all hoisted upside down eyes staring wild at blood drenched killing floors fully conscious skinned alive legs cut off while sport and laughter fill the air With stunning devices electric pods any not working used to hit pried open mouths more prods electrifying Next stop Happy meal pleasures Hardly the American myth cowboys herding cattle on the plains for today big dumb gentle beasts chewing what cud they have know not their horrible fate becoming tomorrow night's rib-eye steak in the making Pigs and hogs No Orwell's Animal Farm here these pigs with three-year-old-child-intelligence used to thirty miles a day travel to graze root interact with natural environments live their highly social and active nature are today but tormented boars castrated to barrow identity jammed in small pens no light no mud no straw panicking trampling each other bloody fights infections rampant death prolonged slaughterhouse waiting Survivors Pulled upon sharp hooks dangling from overhead conveyer belts bolt bullets shot in heads bringing death sliced-open bellies rush of blood and entrails all witnessed by live pigs hanging from their own hooks waiting their turn to become sausage for pizza holiday hams shame for the conscious Even arid winds of desert pity the suffocating innocent beneath airless breath of Government Industry Media eroding Nature's senses promoting profits over compassion technology over natural food confusion over honesty Yes They live these beasts only minor rungs removed from us incurring unnecessary suffering for human-kind entitlement Evolution's process openly disgraced by butchery while Man's dying conscience remains mute Who are the animals?

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