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TW for animal death mention; if you want you can just look at the picture of baby pigs, who are not dead, yay! don’t read any of the text though.
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I’m kind of growing a pet peeve about the fuckin edgelords on Facebook who every time the farm account posts pictures of the pigs, feel like they’re the first fucking person ever to comment “mm bacon” or something to that effect on the pictures of the pigs.
You’re not edgy, my guy, those are literally livestock who are literally being raised for literal meat, about which the same Facebook account fairly regularly makes posts imploring you to buy them because that’s one of the farm’s major revenue streams. And it is never, I might add, the customers who buy the meat who make the jokes. Like, my bros. My guys. My friends.
We fucking know that if all goes well, these adorable creatures will be food someday. That is their entire purpose, beyond of course the field-clearing and pooping jobs they do incidentally. They are here to be happy in the sunshine and all, but ultimately, because people will buy them to eat them. They are goddamn delicious and there is nothing wrong with this, but it’s not really necessary to make a big thing out of it. You are neither clever nor shocking, nor even the slightest bit edgy.
That said, they are fucking adorable newborn baby pigs and I would like a moment to appreciate how cute they are without having to consider their eventual fate.
It’s every goddamn post. And it’s always a dude. And it’s never a meat customer.
Anyway. Sorry to not have a more joyful caption. The last of the sows, Red, who is an enigma wrapped in a mystery housed in the body of a medium-sized hog, has farrowed, nearly two weeks later than the other two, and the really awful thing is that there was actually a tiny tragedy earlier, when that last freak gross two days of mixed snow and rain meant that almost every one of the earlier piglets died of the cold, which nobody was expecting at all and we’ve all been really upset about, so these are it for this whole season’s pigs– there’s a lone survivor from the earlier batch, who is only a bit bigger than these lil guys. We all were so upset and just haven’t known how to talk about it. Maybe I’m just not in a good mood about piglets in general and that’s why the inevitable “bacon” edgelord (can that be an acronym? The Inevitable Bacon Edgelord)’s comment kind of made me grit my teeth today.
I fucking know. It was maybe cute the first time. It’s old now. I’m bored of you.
TW for animal death mention; if you want you can just look at the picture of baby pigs, who are not dead, yay! don’t read any of the text though.
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I’m kind of growing a pet peeve about the fuckin edgelords on Facebook who every time the farm account posts pictures of the pigs, feel like they’re the first fucking person ever to comment “mm bacon” or something to that effect on the pictures of the pigs.
You’re not edgy, my guy, those are literally livestock who are literally being raised for literal meat, about which the same Facebook account fairly regularly makes posts imploring you to buy them because that’s one of the farm’s major revenue streams. And it is never, I might add, the customers who buy the meat who make the jokes. Like, my bros. My guys. My friends.
We fucking know that if all goes well, these adorable creatures will be food someday. That is their entire purpose, beyond of course the field-clearing and pooping jobs they do incidentally. They are here to be happy in the sunshine and all, but ultimately, because people will buy them to eat them. They are goddamn delicious and there is nothing wrong with this, but it’s not really necessary to make a big thing out of it. You are neither clever nor shocking, nor even the slightest bit edgy.
That said, they are fucking adorable newborn baby pigs and I would like a moment to appreciate how cute they are without having to consider their eventual fate.
It’s every goddamn post. And it’s always a dude. And it’s never a meat customer.
Anyway. Sorry to not have a more joyful caption. The last of the sows, Red, who is an enigma wrapped in a mystery housed in the body of a medium-sized hog, has farrowed, nearly two weeks later than the other two, and the really awful thing is that there was actually a tiny tragedy earlier, when that last freak gross two days of mixed snow and rain meant that almost every one of the earlier piglets died of the cold, which nobody was expecting at all and we’ve all been really upset about, so these are it for this whole season’s pigs– there’s a lone survivor from the earlier batch, who is only a bit bigger than these lil guys. We all were so upset and just haven’t known how to talk about it. Maybe I’m just not in a good mood about piglets in general and that’s why the inevitable “bacon” edgelord (can that be an acronym? The Inevitable Bacon Edgelord)’s comment kind of made me grit my teeth today.
I fucking know. It was maybe cute the first time. It’s old now. I’m bored of you.
