i felt so sorry for the workers in the meatpacking factories today. to think that they have to do that, to earn money that way, processing thousands of dead animals a day, packed in shoulder to shoulder, like meat animals, to get a paycheck for processing less fortunate meat animals raised in a factory of meat to become—meat riding a conveyor belt wrapped in plastic wrap. that they have to do that to live here in this place where they're regarded as essential workers essentially as essential as meat. to think they have to risk their lives to eat.
i feel so sorry for the workers who are forced to work for the profit of people who don't care if they die like the animals in the meat factory, that live their lives dreaming of freedom and a place to eat the meat they process to stay alive, and that is what is called freedom, freedom in the factory of meat.
and i was never so thankful to not eat the meat of those factories where animals are meat and people are animals who earn their keep by making animals meat.