Just like last year, we were awakened this morning to the constant blasting of shotguns at geese from across the river–Happy Fucking Thanksgiving! These hunters are out killing other animals while the turkey cooks away at home. How much death do they need to feel alive?
It’s a special morning of a special day, but out in migratory bird habitat there’s a massacre going on. Though nearly every family across the country has a turkey thawing out in preparation for a gluttonous banquet a little later in the day,
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recreational meat-pursuers are ringing in the season by blasting away into flocks of wintering geese to make up for the fact that their sacrificial bird-of-the-day came from a grocery store.
Never mind that the poor being was raised in a windowless barn, crowded-in with so many other turkeys that their wings wither away to virtual stumps of appendages, their natural coloration was bred out of them anyway.
Can’t afford your own tormented Thanksgiving turkey this year? Not to worry, chances are some abattoir has donated hundreds
of frozen carcasses to your local food bank, in hopes of promoting their own…
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