Chicken Holocaust

"Ooh! Get me away from here I'm dying"

Get Me Away from Here, I'm Dying (1996)

by Belle and Sebastian

Last week, when we were heading out to the Semenggoh Wildlife Rehabilitation Centre, we stopped at a red light near a lorry which was bursting with crates of golden, fluffy chicken nuggets baby chicks.

And in the midst of the mobile chick apartments, one particular ball of yellow down caught our eyes.

'Sup?

I would repeatedly show that picture to the Long-Suffering Girlfriend™ at random and she would laugh every single time without fail, confirming my suspicions that the two of us are terrible human beings. Somehow, Chicken Little there had gotten its comically disproportionate head stuck in the gap and now, it couldn't free itself. It's still alive though because we can totally see it breathing.

This chick is literally going to die for our sins.

I find baby chicks to be ridiculously adorable. I liked them so much that I actually had one as a pet back when I was a kid, and one of the things I found out in a hurry is that baby chicks grow from being cute to being tasty in a very short amount of time. Anyhow, I no longer remember what ultimately happened to it. I have a vague recollection of it escaping one day, never to return.

Or maybe I ate it, and my subconsciousness is currently repressing the mind-breaking horror of the act.

HELP I AM ACTUALLY IN A LOT OF PAIN.

Unlike most people, I suffer from no dilemma when it comes to the question of killing other animals for food - I know very well that it is morally, ethically and environmentally the wrong thing to do, but I do it all the same.

I don't know about you but I cope by remembering that it's all the animals' fault for being so damn fucking delicious.



Apex predator,

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