Growing up on a farm with live animals, most of whom I knew by name, I've never felt bad about eating meat. Our pigs, chicken and cows had good lives, green pastures in summer, and as good medical care as any human could wish for.
Better medical care than millions of Americans, it seems.
Well. That was then, in a small, rich, northern European country.
Now I'm living in America, and it's time to realize I'm "not in Kansas" anymore, to use a movie phrase.
Much as I love to eat meat - and I don't eat a whole lot of it - I have to stop buying any meat that's not produced locally, organically and heavens knows what. And having a limited budget, I believe I'm about to go vegetarian for all practical purposes. Sigh.
From Reuters today:
Sickened pork workers have new nerve disorder
- Eighteen pork plant workers in Minnesota, at least five in Indiana and one in Nebraska have come down with a mysterious neurological condition they appear to have contracted while removing brains from slaughtered pigs, U.S. researchers and health officials said on Wednesday. Etc etc etc.
And the BIG article a while ago in Rolling Stones Magazine, about factory pig farming:
America's top pork producer churns out a sea of waste that has destroyed rivers, killed millions of fish and generated one of the largest fines in EPA history. Welcome to the dark side of the other white meat.
Sure, there's a lot of things wrong in the world, but this is one thing I can do for myself. No more factory meat.
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