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Day 72: Thanksgiving
massacre
When a hundred people die
individually, nobody knows, nobody cares. When a hundred people die together, it
makes the news and it’s called a tragedy.
When millions of turkeys are
slaughtered, we call it Thanksgiving.
Do you understand the picture above? We
love cats, and dogs for that matter, but we mercilessly slaughter barn animals.
Why is that some animals are
loved and others are killed without a second thought?
Is it because cats and
dogs are cute and barn animals are not? What does that say for people? Do those
of us who are beautiful or at least good looking have more right to live than
those of us less attractive?
A few days ago, millions of turkeys walked around happily. They felt the warmth of the sun, pecked at bugs
in the grass, and enjoyed each other’s company. Today they sit golden brown on your
table. Do you ever think what happened to them between then and now? They were
grabbed and slaughtered.
If a million turkeys were
killed, and each turkey had one liter of blood in him or her, that means a
million liters of blood was spilled. Do you ever wonder what happens to so much
blood? I Googled it and this is what I found:
It is taken to rendering
plants with blood processing
facilities, or disposed of in sewers (which lead into the nearest water body),
in landfills or spread over land. Some amount is used to make human food and
animal feed.
Frightening isn’t it, blood
is disposed of in sewers that lead into the nearest water body ... that means
blood ends up in rivers, lakes, and oceans. So when you swim in a river, lake or
ocean, you’re actually swimming in blood.
Equally disgusting is the
fact that some blood is used in human food. I Googled that too and found that
blood is used in:
Pig or cattle blood is most often
used. Typical fillers include meat, fat, suet, bread, rice, barley and oatmeal.
Varieties include biroldo, black pudding, blood tongue,
blutwurst, drisheen, kishka (kaszanka), morcilla, moronga, mustamakkara,
sundae, verivorst, and many types of boudin.
So today, on Thanksgiving,
don’t just give thanks for family, friends and all the good things you enjoy in
life, thank the turkey who gave his life, for you.
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