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JohnDeereFan
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I was a paramedic for many years and saw all kinds of disgusting things. Decapitations, gunshots, amputations, disemboweling, etc. Never bothered me.
I have six kids and five dogs. None of my kids' dirty diapers or the dead rabbit my dog dragged into our bed while we were asleep bothered me.
I've been a farmer for years and none of the nasty things I've seen or had to do on the farm bothered me. Kill my own chickens? No problem. Slaughter a hog? I'm your man!
I've hunted and fished for years and no amount of cleaning/skinning/butchering/dressing, etc, has ever so much as raised an eyebrow.
But yesterday I had to go to the University of Delaware and while I was waiting, my daughter and I walked around the little farm they have there at their ag center. There, in a tiny pasture, they had about a dozen fistulated cows and they were so grotesque that it was all I could do not to throw up in front of my daughter.
In case you don't know, a fistulated cow is a live cow that's had a hole cut in it's side so that you can reach right into it's stomach and it's the most gruesome, grotesque, disgusting thing you've ever seen in your life.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the scientific merits behind it and all and I understand that the research benefits me and the cows on my farm, but this was just gross.
Fortunately, my daughter asked me what the "circles" on the cows were and then quickly lost interest. I, on the other hand, couldn't shake it. The image was so bad that we had chicken marsala for supper last night and I couldn't even eat it.
I've always laughted at people who get quesy at some things or girls who are afraid to put a worm on a hook and I've always prided myself on not being "grossed out" by anything, but something about this just really hit a nerve in me.
I have six kids and five dogs. None of my kids' dirty diapers or the dead rabbit my dog dragged into our bed while we were asleep bothered me.
I've been a farmer for years and none of the nasty things I've seen or had to do on the farm bothered me. Kill my own chickens? No problem. Slaughter a hog? I'm your man!
I've hunted and fished for years and no amount of cleaning/skinning/butchering/dressing, etc, has ever so much as raised an eyebrow.
But yesterday I had to go to the University of Delaware and while I was waiting, my daughter and I walked around the little farm they have there at their ag center. There, in a tiny pasture, they had about a dozen fistulated cows and they were so grotesque that it was all I could do not to throw up in front of my daughter.
In case you don't know, a fistulated cow is a live cow that's had a hole cut in it's side so that you can reach right into it's stomach and it's the most gruesome, grotesque, disgusting thing you've ever seen in your life.
Don't get me wrong, I understand the scientific merits behind it and all and I understand that the research benefits me and the cows on my farm, but this was just gross.
Fortunately, my daughter asked me what the "circles" on the cows were and then quickly lost interest. I, on the other hand, couldn't shake it. The image was so bad that we had chicken marsala for supper last night and I couldn't even eat it.
I've always laughted at people who get quesy at some things or girls who are afraid to put a worm on a hook and I've always prided myself on not being "grossed out" by anything, but something about this just really hit a nerve in me.
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