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10 July 2010 Issue

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THE HORROR
"ETHICAL SLAUGHTER"

THERE IS NO JUSTIFICATION FOR WHAT HAPPENS.
THE HORROR CRITIQUED BY LINDA BEANE, EDITOR: ANIMALS IN PRINT.



There's no pretty way to say this...
I was present for the death of the pig pictured above.
by author unknown

THE AUTHOR BEGINS HER SPELLBINDING TALE:
"It was a grim, sodden day on an upstate New York farm. A local meat science professor named Eric explained to the pig's owners that the most humane method of slaughter was to shoot it at close range between the eyes with a .22 rifle - a stunning blow to knock its central nervous system offline - then slit the main artery so the blood loss would bring about swift, arguably less painful death. The blow would also supposedly reduce the stress on the animal, allowing for better meat quality."

EDITOR'S NOTE: THE SACRIFICES WE MAKE TO HAVE AN ANIMAL FEEL STRESS FREE AS WE ARE ABOUT TO SLIT THEIR THROAT. I AM GLAD SHE IS SO THOUGHTFUL AFTER ALL WE MUST HAVE PEAK MEAT QUALITY, GOES WITHOUT SAYING!

I HAVE NO IDEA THE SLAUGHTERING OF TWO PIGS COULD MAKE ONE SO HAPPY SURE SEEMS LIKE AN EXALTING DAY FOR HER, I WOULD ASSUME A BLOW TO THE HEAD IS ALWAYS REFRESHING, WHY DOESN'T SHE TRY IT ON HERSELF DAILY AND HER FRIENDS TOO SINCE SHE FEELS SO POSITIVE ABOUT IT?

HER NEXT LINE OF LIES
"The farmers, having researched the matter thoroughly and consulted with the Humane Animal Farm Care project believed this to be true. Still, as they stood several yards from the slaughter, half sheltered in the doorway to their goat barn, they flinched at the stark crack of the rifle, and then they cried."

EDITOR'S NOTE: YOU MEAN THE STRESS FREE PIGS CRIED BECAUSE DON'T ASSUME THOSE MURDERING IMBECILES WERE CRYING. NO ONE WILL BELIEVE SUCH A VAPID STATEMENT.

BLESS HER MORE WISDOM FROM THE CUP OF KNOWLEDGE
"They can certainly be excused for that. This was their first slaughter - mine, too - and it's a shocking act. As the farmers' friend and neighbor, I'd met Porky and Bess (the first death was followed swiftly by a second) only a handful of times, tossing cucumbers and corncobs from the farm's vegetable garden into the lopped-off silo in which they were penned. They were affable, loud as all get out and smelled to hell and back. It was always a bit bittersweet to check in on them, marking their maturation from wee piglets into fully grown hogs, knowing that that someday soon, they'd be dispatched and turned into food."

EDITOR'S NOTE: GIVE ME A BREAK, THERE IS NO REMORSE, YOU DROOLING BUNCH OF PREDATORS!! OH THE WEE PIGLETS HAVE MATURED. ISN'T SHE JUST SO SENSITIVE. SHE MUST HAVE BEEN SALIVATING OVER THOSE BABIES EVEN THEN.

MORE OF HER WISDOM FILLED IDEOLOGIES
"For as charming and vibrant as they are, it is simply impractical to keep pigs as pets on a farm. They don't produce milk like the farm's dozens of goats, canít be sheared for wool like their sheep, donít lay eggs, herd, chase vermin or scare away predators. They're simply not useful, from a strictly practical standpoint, so to buy and raise a piglet is a commitment to turning it into food. That doesn't make the act of their slaughter any easier to watch."

EDITOR'S NOTE: DON'T YOU LOVE A PRAGMATIC WOMAN. JUST BEING REALISTIC ABOUT AN UNNECESSARY MURDER FOR HER OWN SELF-SERVING AGENDA. THIS FEMALE IS THE PILLAR OF THE COMMUNITY SO SHE THINKS.

"Josh Kilmer Purcell and Brent Ridge the pigs' owners, are fledgling farmers and yes, they have a reality show about it -XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXX XXXXXs ' - but they are by no means unserious when it comes to the welfare of the animals they raise. "

EDITOR'S NOTE: THAT IS OBVIOUS, THEY ARE SERIOUS ALL RIGHT, ABOUT MAKING MONEY, BLOOD MONEY, WITH ANIMAL WELFARE BEING A BAND-AID TO STOP A HEMORRHAGING ARTERY. WON'T WORK, NEVER WILL
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YADA YADA ON SHE RANTS
"The vast majority of the Beekman Farm's livestock, over 120 goats at last count, along with chickens, a turkey or two and a llama who earns her keep as comic relief are housed in a clean, spacious barn. They are tended to, most affectionately, by Farmer John, who knows the name of every single animal on the premises. He, along with help from Brent (who lives there full time) and Josh (who commutes back and forth between Manhattan and Sharon Springs, New York) feeds them, cleans the barn, grooms them when needed (a llama's coat can get terribly matted) and harvests the goat milk that's used to make the Beekman 1802 soap and Beekman Blaak cheese that, in addition to Josh's salary as an advertising creative director, sustains the farm.

Walk into the barn, and roughly 120 heads crane in your direction and acknowledge your presence with a friendy baa. It's a really warm, friendly place to be. The pigs' sunken silo was like that, too. Porky and Bess would caper around the perimeter, accepting offerings of whole vegetables, wallowing in the mud, luxuriating in the sun or nestling together in the cool of the shade."

EDITOR'S NOTE: HOW THOUGHTFUL SHE IS, THEIR PRISON HAD SUNSHINE WHICH THEY ENJOYED , WHEN IT GOT TOO WARM THEY WERE NESTLING TOGETHER IN THE COOL SHADE. IT IS ONLY FAIR THEY BESLAUGHTERED TOGETHER.

WHAT A PRETTY PLACE TO BE KILLED. THEY NEVER KNEW THEY WERE LIVING IN SUCH BLISS RIGHT IN THEIR DEATH CHAMBER. CAN'T GET ANY BETTER THAN THAT. NOT!!!!!!

SO KINDLY, SO EMPATHETIC SHE TALKS ON
"It's a comfortable place for a pig to be, which is why Eric advised that the slaughter take place there. Experts agree that often, the most traumatic part of the process takes place when an animal is uprooted from its home and led to an unfamiliar location, separated from its brethren, so Porky and Bess were killed where they lived."

EDITOR'S NOTE, HOW BEAUTIFULLY SHE IS PLANNING THEIR DEMISE WITH EXPERTS NO LESS. NOTHING BUT THE BEST DEATH FOR THESE TWO PIGS.

THESE EXPERTS, SUCH CONTEMPTIBLE, HARDENED, BLOODTHIRSTY MEAT PEDDLERS.
THIS WOMAN ALL CAUGHT UP IN HER OWN IMPORTANCE,, SHE THINKS THIS IS ALL ABOUT HER, HOW VERY FRAGILE, YET NOBLE SHE WAS AS THESE PIGS SHE WATCHED GROW, MATURE, LOVE THEIR LIVES NOW DECEASE FOR HER APPETITE. . HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO SELF ABSORBED? .

SO SHE CONTINUES
"For safety and filming reasons, I was tucked back in the barn, watching from a production monitor, and still overcome, Josh wandered over. He's a quick, funny man who wears his emotions right under the skin. Though the tears were no longer flowing, he was still wiping them away and was slightly choked in tone."

EDITOR'S NOTE- SHE IS FILMING THIS. WHAT!!! HOW LOW CAN YOU GO TO MAKE A BUCK?
PLEASE DON'T TELL US THOSE GOONS WERE CRYING AGAIN. OH RIGHT, BOO-HOO. AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE SOME EMPATHY FOR THIS KILLER. THIS BIG BRAVE MAN THAT CAN SHOOTS UNSUSPECTING PIGS BETWEEN THEIR EYES! HE WILLINGLY KILLED THESE PIGS. WHAT A SCUM, AN EMBARRASSMENT TO THE WORD MAN. LADY, AND I USE THE TERM LOOSELY, YOU ARE NOT FOOLING ANYONE WITH YOUR SENSATIONALISM HERE.

SHE CONTINUES, SO COMPASSIONATE TOWARDS THIS POOR TRAUMATIZED ASSASSIN
"I was worried...Brent and I were so worried that they'd kill the first one and the other one would be so frantic, seeing its friend die. But Eric shot and the other one ran from the noise - and then came back and started eating like nothing had happened. I thought there would be moreÖ"

(SORRY YOU WERE DISAPPOINTED)

"He trailed off. I knew what he meant: Sorrow. But there wasn't - only a few minutes while the pig was still a pig, bleeding on the ground from a small neck wound, looking for all the world like it would roll back on its feet and get back to the business of rooting."

EDITOR'S NOTE: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT DOES SHE MEAN , " THERE WAS ONLY A FEW MINUTES, WHILE THE PIG WAS STILL A PIG ETC. HEY STUPID IT IS STILL A PIG AND WILL ALWAYS BE A PIG, JUST CHOPPED UP IN MANY PIECES. I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW DISMISSIVE YOU WERE ABOUT THE COLD, CUNNING MURDERS OF TWO PIGS. THEY WEREN'T CONSIDERED AS LIVING SENTIENT BEINGS AT ALL. WEREN'T WORTH ANYTHING BECAUSE AS COMMODITIES THEY HAD NO VALUE TO THIS FARM.

THESE PIGS THEY RAISED FROM DARLING PIGLETS. THE MINDSET OF THESE PEOPLE IS SCARY.

SHE CONTINUES "Eric and his two colleagues quickly attached the back legs of each pig to hook, chained onto a tractor and hauled the carcasses out of the pen to process, hanging, while they were still fresh. These things are calculated to take place on a cold, autumn day for longer working time and minimal stench."

EDITOR'S NOTE: WELL, SWEET-NO-HEART, WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO BE EXPOSED TO AN UNPLEASANT ODOR FROM THE STENCH OF THE CARCASSES JUST SHOT FOR YOUR YUMMY DINING PLEASURES!

SHE RAMBLES ON
"I was allowed to emerge from the barn. This is why I was there. I'm not a morbid person by nature, but rather joyful and celebratory of all forms of life. My husband and I have two dogs, including an ex-racing greyhound and two rescued rabbits. We live among and adore animals of many species.

EDITOR'S NOTE: OH NOW SHE IS LOVING PERSON, ADORING MANY SPECIES, JUST NOT PIGS, NOT LIVE ONES! I AM ABOUT TO PUKE, WHAT AN ARROGANT SELF-SERVING PIECE OF WORK SHE IS.

BLADDERING ON AGAIN
"I was not there to exalt in the death of these pigs
.(EDITOR: RIGHT!! YOUR CULPABLE FOR THEIR DEATHS SO I THINK YOU WERE PLEASED)
"Rather, I needed a gut check. While I spent seven years as a vigilant vegetarian, I am now a meat eater, and write frequently and passionately about my fondness for offal like sweetbreads, liver, tail and tongue. I love the flavor and rich history of these otherwise discarded and overlooked parts of animals. (CHING CHING$$) To many offal eaters, the enjoyment thereof is a sign of respect to the animal from which they came. If you're going to take away its life, you might as well use the whole thing.($$)

EDITOR'S NOTE, SHE IS SAYING SHE LOVES PIG'S ASS AND GENITALS. YEAH USE THE WHOLE PIG, LADY. YOU ARE THE MOST DISGUSTING PERSON AND YOU SICKEN ME WITH YOUR SELF-RIGHTEOUSNESS

HER AGAIN-THIS IS REALLY THE MOST EGOTISTICAL COMMENT YET!
"I'd thought long and hard and made a bargain with myself. If I couldn't go and be courageous enough to see an animal I'd known alive, dead and turned into food, I had no right to keep on writing about it - or perhaps even eating it. If these animals were going to be forced to be sacrificed against their will, it was only right of me to use my own to be there, in witness."

EDITOR'S NOTE: WHAT THE HECK, YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME, YOU DIDN'T DIE, WHAT MARTYRED ACT DID YOU EXPERIENCE? GAG, WHAT POMPOUS REMARKS. SHOULD SHE BECOME A SAINT, RIGHT UP THERE WITH MOTHER THERESA?

HER PIEHOLE KEEPS ON TALKING:
"Eric and his team made very short work of the pigs, flaying, beheading, gutting and cutting off the feet. In a matter of minutes, the creatures that had been Porky and Bess, snuffling in the mud just that morning, became a commodity."

EDITOR'S NOTE. OH NOW THEY ARE COMMODITIES.WOW MAGICALLY SHE IS REALLY BECOMING QUITE THE EXPERT WITH LANGUAGE AND TWISTY WORDS!!

MORE OF HER OWN OBSERVATIONZS IF YOU CAN TAKE IT?!
"Eric worked neatly and methodically, flaying off the pelt with a long, wickedly honed knife. In a manner befitting his professorial status, he explained each part to me as he unspooled it, steaming, shiny and shockingly clean from the hog's belly. Here's the liver, these are the kidneys - we'll toss this one out because I feel something hard - this is the "pluck" which is the lungs, et cetera. Donít want that? Okay. Here are the intestines and the bladder. Make sure you don't nick them with the knife. You want the heart? Okay. In the bag it goes. If you're taking the pelt, I recommend using boiling water to get the fur off.

I listened and took pictures so I could remember for later. This felt like meat class, rather than a memorial service, and in that, I felt oddly comforted and numbed."

EDITOR'S NOTE--SHE IS RIGHT, SHE IS ODD. THE NUTJOB IS TAKING PICTURES. I AM BEYOND WORDS HERE. WHAT IS SHE??? THIS FELT LIKE A IT WAS A MEAT CLASS? SO NOW SHE IS EDUCATED, THE ONLY CLASS HERE WAS LOWCLASS AND SHE FITS RIGHT IN THERE.

GUESS WHO
"The meaty parts - belly, haunches and so on - were hauled away to a processing facility to be turned into the ham, bacon, ground pork, lard and chops on which the Beekman residents would sustain themselves all winter. The offal - including the pelts, heads, feet, tails and innards - were handed to me in plastic bags so I could take them back home and process them to be eaten.

This was, quite literally, my gut check - standing in my yard with a clear plastic bag, filled with the unsorted intestines, stomachs, and other warm, quivering innards of an animal I'd seen alive just an hour before. I stuck my hands in, extracted the lacy caul fat (prized as a delicacy in classical French cooking) and uncoiled the many yards of small intestine.

(SICK WOMAN INDEED, EEWWW, WHAT IS SHE?)

From a separate bag, I hauled out the pelts and sawed off the tails and ears. Time was running short and the sun was emerging, so I stopped short of shaving the furrier parts - necessary before consumption. The saying goes that it's possible to eat "everything but the squeal" from a pig, but I've yet to find someone who's happy chomping into a mouthful of bristly pig hair. Once all the parts were sorted - I ran out of time for the stomachs and large intestines and left those for a friend's boyfriend to come and haul off for coyote bait - I lugged all the offal inside for packaging and refrigeration and spent the next hour washing, rewashing, washing again and then yet again the small intestines that Josh and I would eventually stuff with ground pork for sausage links.

EDITORS NOTE: I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS TOTAL WHACK JOB WOMAN. I HAVE NEVER WITNESSED SO GRAPHICALLY HOW THESE SAVAGES ACTUALLY THINK. IS SHE HAVING THOUGHT PROCESSES OR CAN SHE HARDLY WAIT TO EAT A NOSE OR AN EYEBALL?

FULL OF HERSELF ISN'T THROUGH YET. AWWWKKK
"Like Josh, my husband and I, much as we'd love to, canít spend all our time upstate, so we packed the food into coolers and trucked it the four hours down to Brooklyn, praying for gentle traffic flow and no overly inquisitive state troopers. In the car, I sent a text message to my friend, former Gourmet Magazine test kitchen chef Ian Knauer." (OH MY, NAME DROPPING WOW, EDITOR)

"Ian came over later that week, toting a canteloupe-sized hen of the woods mushroom he'd foraged from his land in Pennsylvania. Under his expert guidance, we crafted a deep, earthy, cognac-laced pork liver pate and a star anise-accented head cheese, complete with a middle layer of apple dice - a play on the fruit often served in the mouth of a roasted pig."

EDITOR'S NOTE: "I HAVE AN APPLE FOR HER TOO, JUST WAITING FOR HER TO OPEN HER MOUTH AGAIN.(BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SAY BEND OVER, I WOULD NEVER THING THAT!!" )

SHE DEOSN'T EVER SHUT UP
"I tuned out for a few minutes, focusing on shaking up a sidecar cocktail. While Ian is an accomplished chef, I'm an avid amateur - but I'm serious about my cocktails and know when I can be of use. When I handed him his drink, he pushed over a bowl. "Eat this."

EDITOR: NOT GOING TO SAY IT.

ALL ABOUT ME RAVES ON
"While I'd been turned away, he'd shaved and rendered down a patch of the pig pelt from which I'd doggedly been carving fat. The cracklings he'd made were perfectly crunchy, soulfully flavored, purely and utterly pig.

I took a moment, nodded upward to the memory of Porky and Bess, and reached for another handful."

EDITORS NOTE " WHAT!!!!!!! DON'T CHOKE ON IT, GLUTTON PUSS. THAT IS THE MOST INHUMANE COMMENT SHE HAS MADE YET. SHE, THE INSTIGATOR OF THE SAVAGE, PITIFUL EXECUTION OF TWO GENTLE AND PURE PIGS.

THIS THING I CALL A WOMAN NOW ENDS HER RANT ON A JOVIAL NOTE, A RIDICULE OF THE DEBACLE SHE CAUSED.

THEY CALL ANIMAL RIGHTS ACTIVISTS TERRORIST. WE, WHO LIVE A LIFE OF COMPASSION AND EMPATHY ARE TO BE FEARED? READ THIS AGAIN.

SHE IS THE TERRORIST! SHE IS EVERY ANIMAL'S NIGHTMARE, SHE IS WALKING, TALKING, MUNCHING, HELL ON EARTH FOR ANIMALS. SHE IS "THE HORROR""

'COMMENTS BY LINDA J BEANE
LJBEANE1@AOL.COM .


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