I'm a pot-bellied pig, so I'm not as tasty as my brothers and sisters who are farm pigs. I'm going to tell you a scary story that I hate to relate, I only tell it to save some of them from that fate! Mommy pigs are held in narrow metal crates. Locked in so they can't move or turn around. They have no names to their people owners -- just numbers like #46735. They are piglet-producing machines. Their children are taken away, fed until they are big and fat, then their throats are cut and they are served up at Bob Evans.

It is the most frightening thing I can think of. And sometimes the pigs get sick and are given loads of chemicals and drugs. When people (who are supposed to be our caretakers, not torturers!) eat the pigs, they eat chemicals, drugs, and fatty meat that is not good for them. They might as well save all the piggies from suffering and shoot themselves in the head. I'm sorry to say it, but pig meat is not very good for you!

Lots of people (called vegetarians) stopped eating their animal friends, including pigs. That made the pig-killers mad so they bought a lot of time on TV to tell everyone that pigs are white meat. They are red meat. But red, white -- to me that's irrelevant. If people can survive without torturing, killing and consuming their fellow creatures, why do they continue to do so?

Bacon, sausage, ham, pork chops, ribs. Their names could be Iggy, Baxter, Wiggles, Gordy or Babe. Living beings with feelings and pride and mischievous ways, and also a lot of fear. Save them! Stop the pig holocaust!

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