Why I don't eat pigs at all.
I stopped eating pigs after getting myself sick at around age 12. Greeezy pork chops were never my thing, and the fat is slimier than beef or chicken fat. That film of fat is what led me upstairs to puke in the pot. Since then it's become more reasonable, and the top reason is the factory farm with its pig-shit lagoon. But don't forget the prolific way pigs can incubate and promote diseases other animals can't. I've made exactly two digressions since.
As a waiter, I realized the grilled cheese sandwich with tomato and bacon was something important. I worked in a semi-fancy Atlantic City Casino Restaurant, and that was a top seller. Also a top smeller. My gastric side took the lead, and I ate one. It took about two bites. So I understand. I know about bacon.
The other time was a little after that. I had returned to school, resigned myself to the occasional survival moment. I've always been skinny, but after leaving that restaurant and going back on the student financial plan (Always subtract ) there was a good chance I'd waste away. Mom made bean soup, in which she used some ham and bacon to get the stock going. This was permissible, since dying would be a poor alternative.
I like pigs. If I were a farmer, I'd probably raise a few. I'd build a little smokehouse and make bacon, and I'd learn to make salami. And I have seen and smelled a gigantic pig on an equally big barbecue- holy wow! 2But there would only be a few of 'em, because a rational society has to understand they can't use part of the planet to spoil with pig shit.
We can't tolerate the scale required to feed enough of the world, and there are tastier proteins that cook up better. Once again, it's the corporations. They can only survive on Wall Street if they can amass the scale and customer list necessary to turn what was once a dignified profession into the factory farm of today.
Stop eating pigs, and stop buying those small bottles of tap water. How is that not obvious ?
