One confession from a slaughterhouse worker, worth a thousand words:
"One time, I took my knife--it's sharp enough--and I sliced off the end of a hog's nose, just like a piece of lunch meat. The hog went crazy for a few seconds. Then it just sat there looking kind of stupid. So I took a handful of salt brine and ground it into his nose. Now that hog really went nuts, pushing its nose all over the place. I still had a bunch of salt left on my hand and I stuck the salt right up the hog's ass. The poor hog didn't know whether to shit or go blind".

Being a vegan is not enough. Dedicate your life to the animal rights movement won't change it. (Though we truly identify and admire those people) All of which who don’t try to stop the human mechanism are actually a part of it. You are really naïve if you believe that this pure wickedness is rare. Something like that is happening right now! And right now! And now! And every minute of every hour of every 365 days of another horrible year. It never stops. How can you tell them to wait until humans will change?! Do you really believe that humans worth all the world’s creatures suffer?

Animals lives are valuable as long as and if they worthy in some way to humans. It all depends on what "function" they forced to apply in humans lives.
Pigs are social animals, as intelligent, sensitive, and affectionate as dogs, but because they are designated as "food", they suffer living conditions in which it would be illegal to keep a dog.

Of course, we are not saying that dogs live a proper life, but still considered as a "pet" is a few degrees higher, morally and legally, than a farm animal, a product.

The pig industry in fact consists of two different herds, each with their own function. Breeding sows are kept not for their meat, but so that they can produce as many piglets as possible. The role of the young pigs is to produce meat; they are reared to the age of 4-6 months when they are slaughtered.

They are treated as little more than production machines. The animals produced for slaughter are the 'crop'. It starts with the sows .In intensive conditions the breeding sow is managed and housed as if only her breeding ability is of any importance. The worth of a sow is measured by the number of piglets she successfully weans per year. Between 18 and 20 live piglets per year is the norm. By selective breeding, pig breeders are attempting to further increase the number of piglets per sow, even breeding for additional teats to accommodate them. Sows are kept in sow stalls or tether stalls. Sow stalls are metal-barred stalls which are so narrow that the sow cannot even turn round. She can take step forwards or backwards but can't turn round. Sows are confined in these stalls throughout their 16½ week pregnancy – and for pregnancy after pregnancy. This means that the sows are imprisoned in this way for most of their adult lives.

Some crates are so narrow that simply standing up and lying down require strenuous effort. On some factory farms, the sow is literally tied to the floor by a short chain or strap around her neck. Deprived of all exercise and any opportunity to fulfill her behavioral needs, she lives in a constant state of pain. A sow is fed at one end of the crate, and her feces collects at the other. Some crates are so narrow that simply standing up and lying down require strenuous effort.

On some factory farms, the sow is literally tied to the floor by a short chain or strap around her neck. Deprived of all exercise and any opportunity to fulfill her behavioral needs, she lives in a constant state of pain.

About a week before she is due to give birth, the sow is moved to another type of crate – a farrowing crate – with a concrete or metal floor. sows are devoted mothers and would normally spend days building a nest of leaves or straw. In a crate they cannot do this and so lapse into stereotyped behavior where they repeatedly try to build a nest in their barren cell.

The bars on the crates stop the mother's pigs from being able to move. This causes the pregnant animals to ache all over and many have back and leg problems. The bars stop them from reaching their babies when they give birth, although the babies can reach their mothers teats to suckle. Short chains or rubber straps are used to immobilize the mother to give the piglets easy access to her. Five days after her piglets are taken away, the sow is made pregnant again and the whole misery-go-round continues.

Normally, piglets would stay with their mother for about 15 weeks. However, on factory farms, they are taken away from their mother at 2 to 3 weeks, weighing only about 15 pounds, and crowded into small "nursery" pens surrounded by metal bars and concrete.

Her newborn piglets are forced suckle from a small area known as "creep", adjacent to but separate from, their mother. The justification for the use of the farrowing crate is that the sow would otherwise crush her young. Under natural conditions, she would virtually never accidentally kill her offspring it won't happen. Every thing in the sow's life (and every other "farm animal" life) is so cynical and absurd. The "problem" of crushing the piglets was created by a lack of space, and horrible housing conditions. The industry's solution is to get them worse.

Pigs are born to a mother who is held in a farrowing crate. She is unable to do anything except stand up and sit down. Piglets never know the warmth and compassion of a mother who grooms them or teaches them to be a pig. She never takes them outside to rut in the dirt and never plays with them when they get bored.

Lameness, other leg, back and hip problems and sores are all common. Sows also show stereotypic behaviour such as gnawing and biting stall bars .This confinement in semi-darkness would torture any sentient creature.

They may be smothered in faeces and flies and in a pitiable state because they can hardly move. They'd like to walk away, build a 'nest' somewhere private, and keep clean, but they can't move. They can barely stand up or lie down. They can only take a pace forward and a pace back. They are prisoners unable to walk or turn around. But still they repeatedly try to scrape a nest on the bare hard floor. This intelligent and sensitive animal endures a life of unending pain and frustration. She never leaves the shed, never sees the sun or a blade of grass and the terrible boredom and monotony of her existence drives her insane.

Near the end of her pregnancy, the sow is moved from the gestation crate to yet another restraining device, the farrowing crate. Against all her natural instincts, she must give birth to piglets, nurse them, eat, sleep, defecate, drink, stand, and lie in the same cramped space.

After weaning piglets are placed in crowded, filthy pens in a confinement building to be "fattened" and "finished" a little more than one square yard of floor space for each animal.

Modern pigs still have the same instincts as their ancestors. When given the opportunity, they are active and need space to move, especially when young. They are sociable and live in family groups. They root in the ground and spend a large part of the day searching for fibrous food. Sows build nests out of branches and grasses when they are ready to give birth to their young. Most of these normal behaviours are prevented in intensive housing.

They are deprived: fresh air, sunshine, quietness, natural diet and exercise, freedom to forage, walk, roam, explore, dig and interact. Wallow in mud, develop natural social relationships.

The lack of environmental stimulation in the stall environment and the sows' inability to perform normal behaviors leads to psychological disorders including: chronic stress, depression and frustration, aggression, and abnormal and neurotic coping behaviors called stereotypies.

The result is that pigs develop abnormal behaviours, like waving their heads from side to side, biting bars over and over again, or biting each other's tails. Some sows become apathetic and unresponsive in a severe state of depression. Urinary tract infections are very common. This high incidence of urinary infections is associated with the low levels of activity imposed on sows kept in stalls or tethers. Another reason is that they have to lie, or sit, in their faeces.

In natural conditions pigs spend 75% of their daylight hours rooting, foraging, exploring. None of these activities are possible for factory farmed pigs which are kept indoors in barren, overcrowded pens, often without straw. Bored and frustrated, they turn to the only other ‘thing’ in their world: the tails of other pigs. They begin to chew and bite those tails. Tail-biting can lead to infections and abscesses. In order to prevent tail-biting, most farmers dock their piglets’ tails with pliers or a hot docking iron.

Many piglets also have their pointed side-teeth clipped down with pliers to the gum in the first few days of life. This is said to prevent them from lacerating either the sow's udder or the faces of their litter mates leaving them shocked and bleeding. Once again, the industry ignores the real problem- namely; the piglets are being forced to compete for teats in an unyielding metal and stone environment with an unnaturally large.

Usually the piglets also have their ears snipped for identification.

Most male piglets are castrated. Castration is done because consumers are thought to find the meat of intact males objectionable, and although innumerable drugs are given to pigs throughout their lives - pain relievers are not among them, in any of these procedures.

Do you get it?! Humans mutilate sentient creatures for a better taste and you even have doubts?! What more do you need?! Maybe a slaughterhouse worker memory will convince you: "One time, there was a live hog in the pit. It hadn't done anything wrong, wasn't even running around. It was just alive. I took a three foot chunk of pipe and I literally beat that hog to death. I'll bet there couldn't have been a two inch diameter piece of solid bone in his head. Basically, if you want to put it in laymen's terms, I crushed his skull."

The air in hog factories is laden with dust, dander, and noxious gases which are produced by the animals' urine and feces. Studies of workers in swine confinement buildings have found 60 percent to have breathing problems, despite their spending only a few hours a day inside confinement buildings. You can’t visualize these places, you have to see them. The smell of excrement is overwhelming. The pigs ­ who have an acute sense of smell ­ can never escape. Ammonia fumes damage their lungs and, not surprisingly, many die of respiratory diseases.

Selective breeding has led to serious problems for pigs. It has been used to develop pigs which have faster growth rates and quicker, heavier muscle development. Pigs’ legs are simply unable to keep pace with the growth rate in the rest of their bodies. As a result, some pigs are suffering from painful joint and leg problems.

Pigs are growing too fast not only for their legs, but also for their heart and lungs. As a result of selective breeding, strains are placed on pigs because their muscles have grown out of proportion to their blood-vessels and heart. They can be physiologically affected by not being able to get enough oxygen into their muscles, and so even a young animal can have a heart attack and even die.

Denied normal movement for most of their lives, they are now suddenly expected to get a move on - with the aid of electric goads and a metal gloop sheet roaring away - to rush on and off transporters and into the slaughterhouse without a falter. They don't. They can't. Instead, they pile up upon one another, shrieking in fear and pain. That makes the fiendish men more annoyed, and so they become crueler. The pigs are also bewildered, in a strange hostile environment, trying to make sense of what is happening to them. But it is useless. Only human can understand such pure evil.

Pigs are bad travellers. Pigs cannot sweat. If the weather/conditions in the truck are too hot, pigs' temperatures soar. They pile up over one another to get to air vents. In cold weather, they huddle together for warmth. And so they die en route, either from heart attacks or suffocation. The bodies go into the handy pet food bins which are ready for them.

Where pigs (and other animals) refuse to "co-operate" in their own torture and death, they are bludgeoned, kicked, and otherwise vengefully assaulted until they can be pinned down. This happens even when pigs are so terrified and traumatized that they silently dream-walk. They may urinate from fear.

The first thing that probably strikes the pigs is the noise, in some locations like a roaring mechanical tide, elsewhere the explosive sound of metallic slamming and clanking, chains and hooks coupling and uncoupling, the hiss of power hoses, the bang of the "captive bolt" as it penetrates the skulls of cattle, and, mingling throughout, the shrieks of terror from doomed beasts.

The air is heavy with a demonic mist, a mixture of blood and foul water.

Then there are the men — in their red and blue overalls, rubber aprons, and hard hats, some of them with knives, their forearms bared, and blood splattering over their faces as they carve into the still-twitching corpses. The blood covers their hands, wrists, up to their elbows. It's in their hair and eyelashes.

Prior to being hung upside down by their back legs and bled to death at the slaughterhouse, pigs are supposed to be 'stunned' and rendered unconscious. However, 'stunning' is terribly imprecise, and this results in conscious animals hanging upside down, kicking and struggling, while a slaughterhouse worker tries to 'stick' them in the neck with a knife. If the worker is unsuccessful, the pig will be carried to the next station on the slaughterhouse assembly line, the scalding tank, where he/she will be Boiled Alive!

Most pigs are products of animal concentration camps and every bacon butty, ham sarnie and pork chop you eat is a vote in favour of those camps. Every day you waste on trying to convince people to stop doing so, you are morally responsible for those concentration camps existence.
Don’t automatically defend yourself, think about it!
Get rid of the guilty. Eliminate the human race!

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They died as a result of the hostile, stressful, disease-promoting conditions inside these massive factories. Or they died because, in a business where product uniformity is more important than anything else, they didn't make weight. Or they died because after permanent immobilization inside tiny crates for years, they could no longer stand. Unable to reach their food troughs, they starved to death. And many died violently. Thousands of piglets that were sick or didn't grow fast enough were beaten to death. The industry calls this thumping or pacing: the industry acronym for "Pound Against Concrete". Others were flushed alive from waste pits into manure lagoons.

Pregnant sows were beaten with gate rods, wrenches, and hammers; others had their throats cut while they were still alive, some had caesarians performed on them while they were still alive and fully conscious. And thousands, unable to walk, were dragged by their ears and feet and deposited in piles, where they were simply left to die slowly of starvation or dehydration.

The following is a description by factory farm workers of the standard hog factory practice of "thumping" in which workers pick up pigs by their hind legs, whirl them over their shoulders, and bash them headfirst into the concrete floor.

"We've thumped as many as 120 pigs in one day. We just swing them, thump them, then toss them aside. Then, after you've thumped ten, twelve, fourteen of them, you take them to the chute room and stack them up for the dead truck. And if you go in the chute room and some are still alive, then you have to do this whole procedure all over again. There've been times I've walked in that room and pigs would be running around with an eyeball hanging down the side of their face, just bleeding like crazy, or their jaw would be broken. I've seen them with broken backs, where they've been knocked unconscious for a few minutes, but then they're trying to get up again. "Some of those guys thump them, then they just stand on top of their throats. Whether it's to keep them from moving or to suffocate them, they stand on top of their throats and wait till they die. They break their jaws and everything while they're doing it."

"You can't really swing the bigger pigs. One time I walked in and the guys were using two by fours and hammers and gate rods and everything else to kill them pigs".

Sows being beaten with gate rods and violated with canes, struck in the head with wrenches, sows being kicked, stomped on, and dragged down alleyways, having their throats slowly cut with a tiny scalpel while they were still fully conscious, sows being killed by having cinderblocks dropped on their heads, and sows being skinned alive and having their legs removed with a hack-saw while they were still fully conscious and moaning

When the pregnant sows are ready to give birth, they are moved from gestation crates into farrowing crates. "They beat the shit out of the sows to get them inside the crates because they don't want to go," said a female worker. "One guy smashed a sow's nose in so bad that she ended up dying of starvation." "We had one too with his nose smashed in," said another. "A 600 pound boar. Smashed him in there. He finally died."

On the farm where I work," said a worker, "they drag live pigs who can't stand up any more out of the crate. They put a metal snare around her ear or front foot and they drag her the full length of the building. And these animals are just screaming in pain. They're dragging them across the concrete. It's ripping their skin. These metal snares are tearing up their ears...."
"When sows can't stand up anymore and we have to kill 'em to perform C-sections, we wait until within a week of farrowing and we kill her and cut her open, then we drag her outside to the Dumpster. We use a stun gun or we get a hammer and start beating the head. Until they die."

Sows being beaten with gate rods and violated with canes, struck in the head with wrenches, sows being kicked, stomped on, and dragged down alleyways, having their throats slowly cut with a tiny scalpel while they were still fully conscious, sows being killed by having cinderblocks dropped on their heads, and sows being skinned alive and having their legs removed with a hack-saw while they were still fully conscious and moaning.

"These hogs get up to the scalding tank, hit the water, and just start screaming and kicking. I'm not sure whether the hogs burn to death before drowning. The water is 140 degrees, not that hot. I don't believe the hogs go into shock, because it takes them a couple of minutes to stop thrashing. I think they die slowly from drowning".

"Frustrated stunners, shacklers, and stickers were beating pigs with pipes, poking their eyes out, chasing them into the scalding tank alive, and crushing their skulls. They stuck electric prods up animals' butts and in their eyes and held them there. They dragged disabled animals with meat hooks in their mouths and anuses until their intestines ripped out. When there was down time, workers half-stunned pigs with electricity to watch them flip up in the air. They allowed disabled animals to freeze to concrete floors, and then stay there for days; they chain-sawed hogs alive into pieces for rendering."

"Sometimes cattle fall through the bottom of the restrainer and they're still alive. And the workers have to get them up anyway they can. So they wrap a chain around it, lift it up, bust something. If it's a leg, they'll break the leg. If it's the head, they'll break the neck. It usually breaks, whatever they hook on to. You can hear the bones cracking a lot of times."

"One time, I took my knife--it's sharp enough--and I sliced off the end of a hog's nose, just like a piece of lunch meat. The hog went crazy for a few seconds. Then it just sat there looking kind of stupid. So I took a handful of salt brine and ground it into his nose. Now that hog really went nuts, pushing its nose all over the place. I still had a bunch of salt left on my hand and I stuck the salt right up the hog's ass. The poor hog didn't know whether to shit or go blind. "

Another time, there was a live hog in the pit. It hadn't done anything wrong, wasn't even running around. It was just alive. I took a three foot chunk of pipe and I literally beat that hog to death. I'll bet there couldn't have been a two inch diameter piece of solid bone in his head. Basically, if you want to put it in laymen's terms, I crushed his skull."

If you get a hog in the chute that refuses to move, you take a meat hook and clip it into his anus. You try to do this by clipping the hipbone. Then you drag him backwards. You are dragging these hogs alive, and a lot of times the meat hook rips out of the bunghole. I've seen hams--thighs--completely ripped open. I've also seen intestines come out. If the hog collapses near the front of the chute, you shove a meat hook into his cheek and drag him forward."

The preferred method of handling a cripple is to beat him to death with a lead pipe before he gets into the chute. It's called 'piping'. All the drivers use pipes to kill hogs that can't go through the chutes. Or if a hog refuses to go into the chutes and is stopping production, you beat him to death."

“Hogs are stubborn. Beating them in the head seems to work about the best. Piece of rebar about an inch across, you force a hog down the alley; have another guy standing there with a piece of rebar in his hand. It's just like playing baseball. Just like somebody pitching something at you."