Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving-A Time of Joy and Agonizing Pain On Thanksgiving we gather with our family and friends, thinking that we are celebrating everything that we are grateful for and giving thanks to that. We do this by sitting around a large table of smiling faces with a big, hot, succulent, golden brown turkey in the center, that went through a horribly miserable death, just to get on our plates in time so we could celebrate our good times through it’s worst. It all starts down on the large, terribly unsanitary, overcrowded turkey farms. Here the turkeys are filled to capacity with antibiotics and growth hormones to gain a huge amount of weight in a very short amount of time, which happens to everyone at Thanksgiving. This then causes the turkey’s legs to become fat and swollen at . . .
On top of these overcrowded, unsanitary, so called living quarters, both the turkeys eating utensils (beaks) and means of transportation (feet) are chopped off with a hot razor sharp blade. Once the turkeys have arrived at this the hellhole of a home there is no turning back. Millions of turkeys don’t make it through their first week. Many times they drown in the water holes or stave to death because they were stripped of their eating utensils. Many times the turkeys dodge this part of the process and are fully conscious when their throats are slit, which is the next part of the process. ” Here they are hung upside down by their mutilated feet and dragged through an electrified “stunning tank. ” When they come out they are immobilized but still partly conscious. This is called the pre-paration or pre- torture part of the process. Here the turkey’s throats are slit with a knife, spilling their warm blood all over the place. From here they are once again transported to a new home called the “Supermarket Freezer”. Sometimes in this part of the process the knife misses it’s targets, the turkey, and they are boiled alive in a tank of scorching water which is used to rip out their feathers and get them ready for packaging. Tons of turkey’s live in cramped living quarters that look like miniature houses. After the turkeys are nice and fat they are taken to a new home called the “Slaughterhouse. They are paid for and receive no profit for their services, taken to a new home, and put in the oven to become that hot, succulent, golden brown turkey sitting on that large table surrounded by smiling faces ready to be once again put into a new home.
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