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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 3:43 pm » by The57ironman


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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:15 pm » by Thruster


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I never thought a cow had any sort of memory span. Wow!

I was a Butcher, I've seen beef inside out...I see them differenty now.


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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:16 pm » by Troll2rocks


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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:22 pm » by The57ironman


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.....can't you just feel the love.... :mrgreen:



....i admit , i really am a softie.... :mrcool:


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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:36 pm » by Doogle


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Don't want to bring the mood down, but the fact that the dairy industry has a lot to answer for is highlighted by this vid. Cheers IM

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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:42 pm » by The57ironman


Doogle wrote:Don't want to bring the mood down, but the fact that the dairy industry has a lot to answer for is highlighted by this vid. Cheers IM

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....i know ''you're'' right... :flop:

...in my experience , most animals are sweet, sweet creatures....with the exception of humans.. :mrcool:

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PostSun Aug 12, 2012 4:46 pm » by Spock


That's It!

I'm swearing off beef.

I hope pigs and seafood don't have the same paternal instinct, but like the zebra, lives solely to die a brutal death at the jaws of their devourers.

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PostMon Nov 26, 2012 7:52 pm » by The57ironman


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...this lab has a baby squirrel pinned down...and the mother sees it...

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....so mom takes action....

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....the dog gets it from mom and the baby gets away.......

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...as the mother consoles her baby...

.......the look on the dog's face is priceless....


....he has to be thinking:

..."what the hell happened..?...did I just get my ass kicked by a squirrel....?"


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....some photographer was in the right place at the right time.... :lol:

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PostMon Nov 26, 2012 10:22 pm » by monica44


[quote="Spock"]That's It!

I'm swearing off beef.

I hope pigs and seafood don't have the same paternal instinct, but like the zebra, lives solely to die a brutal death at the jaws of their devourers.[/quote


Having previously worked for for a company which makes pork products i would and never have touched pork again.
Firstly pigs these days contain human genomes bred especially for the vital organs which can be used in human recipients :top: , they are then taken off to slaughter where the pig behind the one being electrocuted "knows" what is in store for him.
It is then processed in the most ghastly of ways using everything apart from it snout UGH..
That tasty pork pie or sausage contains only about 10-15% actual meat the rest is made of of everything else, And the stench it emits while being processed into barely edible morsels of food is horrid and you want to heave everytime you smell it.. :vomit:
The only meat i will eat these days without too many worries is free range chicken, fish is a no no with all that pollution and over fishing and mercury.
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PostTue Nov 27, 2012 1:23 am » by The57ironman


In September 1960, I woke up one morning with 6 hungry babies and 75 cents in my pocket.

Their father was gone.

The boys ranged from 3 months to 7 years, their sister was 2. Their dad had never been
much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel
driveway, they would scramble to hide under their beds.

He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave,
there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in
effect in Southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new, and then put on my best homemade
dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job. The 7 of us
went to every factory, store, and restaurant in our small town. No luck.

The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who-
ever would listen, that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no
luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer
Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop. It was called "The Big Wheel."

An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out the window from time
to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyared shift, 11 at night to
7 in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.

I raced home and called the teenager down the street who babysat for people. I bargained
with her to come sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas
on, and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so
we made a deal.

That night, when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding
Mommy a job..........and so I started at the Big Wheel. When I got home in the morning, I
woke the baby sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money.......fully half of
what I averaged every night.

As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wages. The tires on the
old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with
air on the way to work, and again every morning before I could go home.

One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found 4 new tires in the
back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had Angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.

I made a deal wtih the local servie station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I
would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor then it did for
him to do the tires.

I was working 6 nights instead of 5, and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I
knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started
repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be
something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.

Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants, and
soon they would be too far gone to repair.

On Christmas Eve, the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were
the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a State Trooper named Joe. A few musicians were
hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.

The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning, and left
to get home before the sun came up.

When it was time for me to go home at 7 o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement,
my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes, all shapes and sizes. I quickly
opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and knelt in the front facing the back seat.

Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was a whole case of little blue
jeans, sizes 2 - 10! I looked inside another box......it was full of shirts to go with the jeans.

Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy, nuts, bananas, and bags
of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, canned vegetables, and potatoes.
There was pudding, jell-o, cookies, pie filling and flour. There was even a whole bag of
laundry supplies and cleaning items.

And......there were 5 toy trucks and one beautiful doll.

As I drove back through empty streets, as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing
Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the joy on
the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

Yes. There are Angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at
the Big Wheel truck stop.

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....too good not to pass along....

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