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Saturday, October 27, 2012

 
Back in those days, the early 1950s, there were no games – no horsing around and most certainly no cruelty associated with killing and processing. From what I’ve seen, the slaughterhouses of today, some, not all, operate under an entirely different code of conduct. Thinking back on it, about the only bad memory I have related to “the kill room” is the time I thought it might be a fun place to take a date. Turns out she was a screamer. Who knew? I remember she made me take her home immediately even though she hadn’t gotten all that much blood on her sweater.





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