A brief drive along the edge of town yesterday was a reminder why I would never want to be a cow. Cows have it bad--very bad. They have to remain outside and tolerate the weather, no matter how cold and wet and crappy it may be. Many of them end up on someone's plate--anything from a hamburger to a filet mignon. And, worst of all, they have huge hips! In India, cows are sacred. In our country, they are just herded into the slaughterhouse. Cows get no respect. Woe is the life that is spent in a frigid field sadly waiting to become a menu selection at McDonald's.
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but nancy---those are happy cows, they're playing hockey....
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