And my husband wonders why I dislike eating pork. Ew. The whole article is just sickening.
Factory farms gotta go.
Heck, I may even give up bacon and ham for good.
UPDATE:
Yeah, I just checked, and those were Smithfield bacon crumbles in the fridge.
Tossed and never, ever to be bought again.
Smithfield’s pigs live by the hundreds or thousands in warehouse-like barns, in rows of wall-to-wall pens. Sows are artificially inseminated and fed and delivered of their piglets in cages so small they cannot turn around. Forty fully grown 250-pound male hogs often occupy a pen the size of a tiny apartment. They trample each other to death. There is no sunlight, straw, fresh air or earth. The floors are slatted to allow excrement to fall into a catchment pit under the pens, but many things besides excrement can wind up in the pits: afterbirths, piglets accidentally crushed by their mothers, old batteries, broken bottles of insecticide, antibiotic syringes, stillborn pigs — anything small enough to fit through the foot-wide pipes that drain the pits. The pipes remain closed until enough sewage accumulates in the pits to create good expulsion pressure; then the pipes are opened and everything bursts out into a large holding pond.
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Ooh! You think that’s bad. Have you ever read how they run chicken and turkey farms? Want to talk about gross in the extreme? Not a problem for me — I’m a vegetarian.
Yeah, I know all about Tyson. Don’t even get me started…