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Mom had a Damascus Road Conversion in Texas, and has been a no beef or pork vegetarian now for 24 hours.

Driving along through the night on Highway 54, we suddenly smelled a very foul odor. First it was south of dog farts. Then far, far worse, worse than Sturmz in the back with the dead seagull parts he snuck into car (yes, that happened.)
Then mucho, mega, munga worse. (Copyright notice to Robby Krostag- your claim on the word “munga” that you asserted when we were in the 3rd grade has expired.) (Wouldn’t it be funny if he read this and knew what I was talking about?)
Death. Urine. Harsh chemicals. All cooking in a soup sure to repel buzzards.

Mom and I gasped for air. For a minute we couldn’t get our breath and both rolled down our windows. Big mistake. We could see a fog of particles come in the window. Air was gone. Mom was quite scared. I was laughing and gagging at the same time, something I am prone to but when I couldn’t breathe for that long two second, yes I felt fear…

We agree now it was by far the worst smell we had ever experienced.

“Think of the men in the factory,” I said.
“They are all wearing gas masks or dead.” Mom said.

It was that bad. This was a mega-mega corporate slaughterhouse, we soon figured out.
The stink permeates Dalhart, Texas. It also got in our car. Mom has been promising never to eat beef and firing Lysol at the car, as the smell re-emerges when we move stuff around.

“I’d like to sue them for attacking me like that,” Mom said. “How can that be legal?”
“You are not a very good Republican” I said.
“Be quiet,” she said.

Mom sobbed when cows in the back of a truck were looking out.
“Imagine what the inside of that place must be like. Just think of what must go on..”
She wondered how the psyche of slaughterhouse workers could be intact.
“Do any of them go onto be serial killers?” she asked.
We thought it was a cattle slaughterhouse. There are many of those in that area.
Apparently this is a pig slaughterhouse, one of the biggest and most automated on earth. But I couldn’t find out much more. A big slaughterhouse factory operation like that is a horrible invention of capitalism. I covered one for chickens in Ohio that was run by an alleged former Nazi who was banned from owning animals in his native land. Ameria’s worship of private property allows such scoundrels to come here when third world countries would stop them.
The Republican top lawman of Ohio toured the 40 million chicken hellhouse with our newsteam and told us number one, he would never eat chicken again and number two, had changed his mind about the sanctimony of deregulation. (He didn’t change parties, though.)
Such operations have precipitated disease in food and many scientists say much worse is likely if people don’t wake up to true issues like this. Corporate farming will be the literal death of us, if corporate banking doesn’t kill our national economy and corporate retail doesn’t kill every small to medium sized local economies.
Local economies are the key to everything, in my view.
We tried a hotel with a nice blonde lady just up the road, but when she repeated to Mom the old saw “That’s the smell of money,” Mom left.
Our Indian hosts at the next hotel told us a mega corporation was putting in these slaughterhouses of disgusting scale and they had one planned for California! Ha!

Everybody thinks we are from Disneyland.