Buster

For a time, driven by an abiding desire to work with my father and to restore the heritage my Grandfather Frink strove to create, I worked as a livestock farmer. It was one of the agribusinesses in which I was trained from early youth.

My migration to a vegetarian way of life emerged from that experience.

In a forcused attempt to be a surpassingly good livestock farmer, I learned about the intelligence and emotional range of our principal crop: pigs.

I learned that our breeding stock saw me as a good and trusted friend.

My study and their behavior taught me, slowly and unwillingly, that they aren't just animals. Or if they are, so are we.

Years passed and that insight somehow made its way back to the surface of my consciousness again and again, until at length I understood what troubled me most about it: One does not kill and eat the children of those who trust you.

All that remained was for my elder son to pique my conscience by suggesting the entire family stop eating meat.

Certainly this video is a little exaggerated.

Only a little.

The essential truth is, absent prevarication, undeniable.