Thanksgiving is only a few days away. I wonder if the nationwide turkey slaughter is nearing an end by now.
Although, there’s probably a decent chunk of time between the slaughter and the corpse actually being presented in the grocery store, right? I mean, you need to kill that thing, rip its clothes off (the feathers), clean it, and wrap it in plastic before you can put a price tag on that bad-boy.
When do you think they started the slaughter? Probably weeks ago.
That’s pretty dark. I’d hate to be a farmer who only raises turkeys that will eventually be eaten on Thanksgiving. These things hatch out of turkey eggs, you know? Imagine looking at a newly hatched turkey baby and thinking, “yeah, I’m going to fatten you up, chop your head off, and then some bastard is gonna stick his hand up your bum in a few months.”
That’s a ROUGH fate.
I don’t really care what happens to my body after I die. If a group of turkeys teamed up to fill my bum with breadcrumbs and then ate me, I wouldn’t have any issues. A corpse is a corpse.
My real issue would be with knowing my destiny before experiencing it. Fine, fatten me up and eat me, but don’t tell me about it first. Let me enjoy my journey before its abrupt conclusion.
Until next time,
Michael J. Erickson, CEO & Co-Founder
