A Pig Farmer's Story
[In this article, I would like to share something very important to me. It concerns how the human race is in slavery, in what manner and why. It is extrapolated from my personal experience as a pig farmer.] When I was 10 years old, I decided to start a diary. I had written before, of course, but this was the first time I decided to write purely for the sake of passing it on to the future. The first line in my diary was this: "This weekend I neutered pigs." Pigs are highly intelligent animals. They have complex emotional states and time-binding logic. They can use computers, even. They are so close to human that it is possible to transplant some pig organs into a man. For this reason, students of surgery often practice on the cadavers of pigs early in their training. It really is amazing how similar a pig is to a human...it's striking. Why do pig farmers neuter their livestock of male pigs? Several reasons. One is to control population size. A few fertile boars are kept in seperate pens, and the farmer will bring in a sow to be impregnated when he is ready to do so. Another reason is to keep the pigs docile. Like a man, a boar that has access to his testosterone is smarter, tougher, more agressive and generally more difficult to control. Certainly, many an unskilled pig farmer has been injured by his boars, and death to the farmer has resulted on occasion. There are some other things a pig farmer has to do to keep a profitable livestock, as well. The farmer must keep his pigs reasonably healthy and fed, of course. Granted, the pigs' longevity is not under consideration, nor is their happiness. They only need to live until the day you consume them, which not too long. And they need only be held captive, their mood need only be high enough to prevent repeated escape attempts or suicides. So the food is as cheap as is possible, and the medical attention is designed to keep the pig alive while substantially reducing the pigs' ability to think or act. Again, this is done by castration and vaccine. Then, the pigs must be tagged with a number for easy sorting. That way, the farmer will know easily where the pig is and when to slaughter him and won't be bothered with personalizing his livestock, which makes slaughtering the pig more difficult for the farmer. Probably the most exciting thing in a livestock pig's life is the final bus ride. Now, a pig has usually been transported in mobile pens before, various trailers and such. And the pig is always excited to get a change of pace, as they are intelligent and curious by nature--and that nature continues to exist even in the most ignorant and docile pigs. And so when the farmer opens the gate that leads to a much more spacious and fancy trailer, it is only natural that the pigs accept the ride with vigor. I have no doubt that some of the pigs smell blood at the other end of the ride. Probably 10-20% get a wild look as they descend the ramp for the final time. That number increases to nearly 100% by the time the pig has finally been led into its individual chute for slaughter. The slaughter itself happens instantly, and the pain of the bolt seems clearly to be less intense than the pain of the fearful moments leading up to the slaughter. Even a child of 8 years old can see that--perhaps especially a child of 8 years old. And so, by those to whom unevolved man is merely an equivalent form of livestock, similar measures have been taken. Do you know which class of people it is to whom unevolved man is merely a form of livestock? If you have the type of experience I have, the proof is laid bare on the surface. It's the one who builds your house, feeds you, heals you and numbers you. It's the one who claims the right to take from you whatever he desires, seeing you as an item to be disposed of at will. That is the farmer, and that is his purpose. That is all he feels when he disposes of you as a number on a tally. Know the farmer. Understand his hunger and his coldness. Understand his technology and his technique. Pigs do sometimes escape the farm, however. And pigs have a unique morphic skull structure--in captivity the skull becomes round, the snout straightens and the skin softens. If that pig later attains freedom in the wild, the skull thickens and the snout curves upward. Tusks begin to develop and the skin thickens. The expanded nutrition the wild pig gains access to once escaping his position as "livestock" promotes further mental and physical development. Breeding paterns normalize and the new offspring reclaim access to the power of individually selected genetic mutations, utilizing epigenetic selectors unique to various environments and individuals. Natural social patterns emerge, and the wild pigs form highly-functional bands and families. These bands select appropriate geographic areas for defense and become, essentially, un-routable. Therefore, in recent times, a new class of American pig has developed. This class of pig is often wild from birth, and has no inborn fear of the farmer or his technologies, which makes the wild pig a much more formidable opponent. In the final analysis, the wild pig has claimed soverenty with its personal power, against every effort made by the farmer to destroy that possibility. Simply, the American boar fought for its freedom and won. Consider the implications: these animals have successfully rebelled against their human captors. Is it now inconceivable that bands of humans will successfully rebel against their captors as well--that some will fight until they are free and begin again in Nature's manifold and loving arms? This is a pig farmer's story, told by a pig farmer who would not serve death in that capacity. This pig farmer's story is told by a killer and destroyer who grew wise by internalizing the ugliness of unnecessary death--and the reciprocal pride of a proper one. In the end, the quality of your life and its subsequent end is one of the only rights a thinking being has. To do nothing is equivalent to accepting the death of a livestock animal. To fight against impossible odds, wagering your very existence on the invisible dream of something greater than you have ever seen--this is what it means to become sovereign. It is, and has always been, a simple choice. It has merely been disguised in layer upon layer of meaningless complexity. |
A Personal accountby
Brian-Michael Sennin Ninetails |