Farming at Day Camp

I don't get it... Why has the timeless art of farming lost its relevance in society? The pungent smell of feces, the drowning and almost palpable stench of rotting cornmeal, the far from self-sufficient animals and the exhaustion-inducing work which yields minimal reward... What's not to love?!

Why rant? Well, as a camp counselor I have had to deal with a lot of shit. This is, however, the first time I have had to deal with actual shit... We went on a trip to the NJ museum of agriculture and I almost threw myself into the corn-husker.

We arrived at Cook College to giant signs alerting us of police training happening on the farm. There were helicopters hovering and cops running around doing training exercises. I had a small amount of hope that a stray bullet would connect with my foot and send me to the hospital. Not even the smell of death can rival what entered my nose at the farm.

We met our tour guides, a few of whom seemed normal and interesting. The rest, however, looked like the last ass they had even come close to was a donkey. Our tour was called, "Let's meet the sheep." It should have been called "Let's watch a video of a sheep get tagged by a farmer, stuck in a muddy gross pit and then sheered." And to top that, it was payed for by the NJ department of agriculture. Our tax dollars had contributed to my pain; I had never felt so betrayed. Why would you fund that cinematic divebomb? You should have to pay for them to not make that movie.

When we first saw the helicopters overhead, Steph (fellow counselor) and I thought that we were being attacked. I guess PETA finally got the funding for helicopters, and they had come to rescue the animals, because who else would attack a farm? Maybe a guy whose family had just been killed by mad cow disease...

As if this day wasn't bad enough, let's add the emotion of jealousy to the mix. I found out that in a house full of pregnant female pigs, there is just one boar. That lucky bastard! He rolls around in mud, eats food served to him fresh and then bangs 4-5 female pigs. Granted, they're not the best to look at (even for another pig) but I do this whole hygiene thing every day and make myself look good and I don't get as much as a dirty pig.

So after a long hot day of hand-seperating wool with a comb, petting cows and smelling every foul stench known to man I have learned a few thing:
1. Respect farmers
2. Stop complaining about your milk being sour or your meat being too fatty...just imagine the shit that someone went through so that you could have that steak.
3. I will never call a human being a pig again. Not even the world's most disgusting person can come close to being as gross as a pig