Dead pigs, the Super Bowl, & freedom
One of the saddest things to me when we were growing up was whenever there was a new herd of pigs born on our little farm in southern Missouri, you would occasionally find one or two of the baby piglets who had been scared by something and ran into the corner of a building or into a loading chute and suffocated themselves in their attempt to get away from whatever had scared them. It made zero sense to me. It made me sad to see such fragile life snuffed out so easily. My grandpa would just bend over, grab them by the hind feet, and throw them on to a burn pile. It was just part of the circle of life that we were part of. ———————- The thought of being herded into a place that I would not have chosen otherwise is a disturbing thought. But it’s the kind of thing that happens pretty constantly. I think we see it constantly on the television, we hear it on the radio, and we see it all through social media. Over the last several years, the margins of what is considered to be norma...