#saving pigs

[1whimsicalgal]

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[weirdbardthesojourner]

So today we(Daya and I) decided to go to the farm at college to do something to set the damned imbeciles back even a little. The thought of releasing the pigs seemed far too tempting, but we realised there was nowhere to take them! So, what we did do, instead was leave chewing gum in paces that would at the very least disgust and slow people down a bit. We talked to the lovely piggies who just wanted to talk and rushed to meet us through their pens. Then we were shown the slaughter room. The motherflipping slaughter room. 

It was sickening. There was even blood splatter on the walls. There was a little area where they put the pigs and stab them. After that, we were told (by a bloke who didn't in the least seem put off, although he kept asking us for money) that they would be beheaded, then washed off in the adjacent courtyard, and with the help of some machine, be chopped up on a sickening table. That was ultimately all we could bear. On our way out though, we shut off electrical power to the entire "office" -which will take them a while to figure out, stuck chewing gum in the lock and also all over the switch-board in the slaughter room. That should make their midnight murdering a little cumbersome. I really wish we could have done more- like maybe flick their tools of death, or something more. It was simultaneously the most depressing and exciting thing in this entire week. I hope those bastards get electrocuted, but you know, their karma will deal with them appropriately- I needn't put my negativity out there (although, it is a lot of fun to think it). 

What this little activity did show was that while we may not need more people (the third person was nowhere to be found), we do need to strike at vital points even in small joints. I realise now that wrecking their electrical equipment could have been amplified by destroying the switches completely and gumming the whole bloody circuit up. It really sucks that we couldn't do a thing for the pigs. ="( It really really sucks. But then again, this will not be the only time we're going to the farm. We will try to bust the chickens and emus out of there (they import the poor emus from down under just to subject them to this horrific torture). We will. Oh, we also discarded the new locks that they put on the pig pens and left them ajar once again. Looking at the adolescent pigs was just heartbreaking. Who could drag such happy, friendly faces to their deaths and only care about profit?! Fucking humans! I really fucking hate our race. I especially fucking hate being a part of it. But I'd rather stand there, tossing out locks and looking into the eyes of a helpless pig, than look at him/her getting a bath and exclaiming "How cute!" only to buy 1 kg of pork  cut from the same "cute" pig the next day. 

Direct action, while not the only way, certainly appears to me to be the one sure-fire way of sending a proper message to exploiters, "Piss the fuck off and leave these animals be". I don't think I'll be able to sleep well this weekend, knowing that those poor pigs have a horrific fate in store for them. I really wish to do more. In fact, I've had dreams of this one complex with KFC-McMurder burning up. Soon. While it wasn't as damaging as I'd hoped it would be, I realise this is just the beginning for me. My month-long confusion over my working plans into real-life sort of vanished as I plugged the sticky fragments of chewing gum into the sockets. There's more to be done, and I can't wait to do it. I must confess, most of my inspiration for this activity came from listening to "This is the A.L.F."- the song by Conflict and the Album itself. 

I love them pigs. ="( I shall really miss them. (Slaughter at 0200 hrs, Saturday). I hope we can do something for the remaining animals at the farm at Madras Christian College.

Fucking money. Fucking businesses. Fucking religion.