Crosspost of my blog post. Factory farming is evil. I know, I know, I’ve made this point before. I’ve described, in depth, the way we treat animals. I’ve described that we stuff billions of chickens into tiny cages where they can’t turn around or flap their wings—where their frail bones are broken three times on average over the course of their brief lives, where they inhale nothing but feces deposits from the caged birds above them. I’ve described the results of a report which estimated that egg-laying hens spend about an hour a day in distress as intense as the most intense distress most humans ever experience. That they never see the sun except immediately before slaughter—that one of the most distressing things that can happen to a hen, being unable to perch, happens to nearly all the egg-laying hens in the world. They live in filth and acidic feces, getting horrific lung and skin conditions at alarming rates. They stand on painful wire meshing all the time. The chickens sold for meat can barely move because of their hideous sizes, and so they simply lie dormant against the wire meshing. They have no room to sleep and cruel artificial lights keep them awake, leading to chronic sleep deprivation (we call that torture when it’s done to a human). A century of genetic engineering has made it so that their mere existence causes them agony. And that’s just a select few of the tortures we inflict annually on tens of billions of chickens. I haven’t even mentioned the pigs that we force into crates, the cows we hold down and inject with bull semen, the baby piglets slammed against concrete until their skulls crack and their brains come oozing out. I haven’t mentioned the millions of animals boiled alive (think for a moment about what it would be like to be boiled alive—to have your skin removed by the scorching heat of water—the next time you dine on your delightful meal of chicken. One Tyson employee summarized “The chickens scream, kick, and their eyeballs po