Battleangel

Factory farming is rearing its bloated, decomposing and antibiotic-injected head.

Drive through Don Oppliger’s Feed Yard in Clovis, New Mexico, and you’ll see 35,000 head of beef cattle confined to pens that stretch across the flat, barren landscape.

The constant shuffling of hooves raises a bacteria-laden dust cloud that’s carried by the prevailing winds into west Texas, where it joins the plumes of hundreds of other feedlots. At one end of the complex sits a giant lagoon that catches the operation’s chemicals, urine, antibiotics and other effluvia. In the narrow strip of land that separates the fencing from the road lie the carcasses of dead cows (a.k.a. “downers”), eyes bugged out, tongues dangling and bellies bloated in the summer heat.

As the article goes on to explain, there is a very real connection between the agro-corps and the government which is supposed to keep them in check, hence the “Meat-Industrial Complex.”

Campaigns:
The Meatrix; The Meatrix 2: Revolting