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One time I took my knife and sliced off the end of a hog__ nose, just like a piece of salami. The hog went crazy for a few seconds. Then it sat there looking kind of stupid. So I took a handful of salt and rubbed it on the wound. Now that hog really went nuts. It was my way of taking out frustration. Another time, there was a live hog in the pit. It hadn__ done anything wrong, wasn__ even running around. It was just alive. I took a three-foot chunk of pipe and I literally beat that hog to death. It was like I started hitting the hog and I couldn__ stop. And when I finally did stop, I__ expended all this energy and frustration, and I__ thinking what in God__ sweet name did I do.
Gail A. Eisnitz Slaughterhouse: The Shocking Story of Greed, Neglect, And Inhumane Treatment Inside the U.S. Meat Industry
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One time I took my knife and sliced off the end of a hog__ nose, just like a piece of salami. The hog went crazy for a few seconds. Then it sat there looking kind of stupid. So I took a handful of salt and rubbed it on the wound. Now that hog really went nuts. It was my way of taking out frustration. Another time, there was a live hog in the pit. It hadn__ done anything wrong, wasn__ even running around. It was just alive. I took a three-foot chunk of pipe and I literally beat that hog to death. It was like I started hitting the hog and I couldn__ stop. And when I finally did stop, I__ expended all this energy and frustration, and I__ thinking what in God__ sweet name did I do.
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Gail A. Eisnitz

Slaughterhouse: The Shocking Story of Greed, Neglect, And Inhumane Treatment Inside the U.S. Meat Industry

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