Proverbs 12:10
"A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast:
but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel."
New Yorker writer Michael Specter
On his first visit to a chicken farm:
"I was almost knocked to the ground by the overpowering smell
of feces and ammonia. My eyes burned and so did my lungs, and I could neither see nor breathe….There must have been thirty thousand chickens sitting silently on the floor in front of me. They didn’t move, didn’t cluck. They were almost like statues of chickens, living in nearly total darkness, and they would spend every minute of their six-week lives that way."
—Michael Specter, New Yorker, April 14, 2003.
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