Imagine that. They'd need a whole goddamn state just so they'd have a place to keep dumping the manure.
This Cowzilla would never know the pleasures of frolicking through green pastures. It would never know contentment. Not that I've ever seen a cow frolick or even look slightly enthused. Come to think of it, cows look remarkably unperturbed most of the time. But that's beside the point. Salatin has emblazoned on my brain a revolting, disconcerting image and I challenge anyone who thinks industrial agriculture is a-okay to rationalize what an intense case of animal maltreatment that would be.
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