“Before they reach their bloody end, the pigs get a shower.  Water jets onto them from every angle to wash the farm off their filth-caked bodies.  Then they begin to feel crowded. The pen narrows like a funnel; the drivers behind using cattle prods to force the pigs forward, until one at a time they climb onto the moving ramp … And now they scream, never having been on such a ramp, and quite clearly smelling the death that waits ahead.  It was a frightening experience, seeing their terror, seeing so many of them go by, seeing so many struggle so mightily yet so futilely against their impending doom. It reminded me of the things of which we all learn and yet no one wants to be reminded of anymore — all the lynch mobs, all the death marches, all the genocides, all the mass executions.” ~ inspired by Richard Rhodes

 

Filed under: Sanctifying Sentience by Scaughdt