Originally posted by The Self Taught Man
Dairy is worse for the animals than meat, and I'm not turning myself into a MORALLY SUPERIOR BEING
The accident was Sunday, I haven't eaten anything since then
Factory farming is contemptible and debasing to everyone: the factory farmer has the soul of a corporation--calculating, suspicious, wasteful, callous. His kids hate him. He judges people by the vehicles they drive.
The employees are alcoholics, who gradually become more slovenly and unhygienic the longer they work there. They work in shit, make shit wages, and live in squalor. The farmer, inc., swears he can't find americans to work in shit for shit pay so he teams up with the lowest form of humanity--the immigration lawyer--and their respective lobbies convince Congress to raise the cap on cheaper humans from foreign countries, from the 5.6 billion humans living in countries poorer than Mexico. Domestic violence is through the roof. Child abuse. DWI. Incarceration. Little kids playinig in open sewers. 15 men to a trailer house. The Americans who work there never last longer than a month. They are usually two stops shy of suicide or death in a single car high speed 2:30 am crash. They are horrible workers and like the $4/hour Guatemalans and Ivory Coastians are completely indifferent to the suffering of the animals.
The consumer is insensible to the intense explosion of terror and desperation that accompanied the last moments that the flesh he is shoveling into his maw three times a day for pennies (thank you factory farmer!)
actually felt. He barely looks past the cling wrap reflecting back the bright lights of the supermarket meat display; he is interested in the $/lb. He drags his fat ass and fat assed wife down to the truck stop at daybreak along I-80 somewhere in Pennsylvania and the waitress knows what they want without asking and she brings out two huge platters of scrapple (look it up) nothing else, no vegetable or grits just a huge mound of shiny meat covering both platters. Neither the man nor the woman have said a word, and they don't now. They just lean into the task at hand and begin shoveling the flesh of pigs into their guts. Shovel chew shovel chew shovel chew. When the platters are clean one of them grunts something and they waddle out. If you ask them to think about the intolerable cruelty of factory farming, their heads will sink down into the fat where their necks should be and they will glare at you with fear and hatred. They won't dare respond but in the car on the way home one of them will opine indignantly that animals aren't humans and God gave us dominion over them. They don't like all the foreigners coming in the country, but they would vote against their Congressman if he restricted immigration and the cost of their daily tub of flesh went up a nickel a pound. They have one son, serving a life term for raping and murdering a little girl down the road whose whole life of six years was filled with pain and abuse. They pretend he never existed and neither has ever actually thought about the little girl and what her last few moment were like--the explosion of terror and desperation.
This whole country is fucked. Secretary of State Madeline Albright on the 500,000 Iraqi children who died as a result of US sanctions: "It was worth it" She is living, the ugly old jedi toad, free and rich and respected and our woke, weak warriors are out torching businesses because someone saw a noose.
