Thanks, Domino’s, for supporting modern ag!

In a recent report from Brownfield Ag News, which recapped highlights of the Animal Ag Alliance summit in Kansas City, “Animal rights groups have been successful in pressuring many of the top food companies and restaurant chains to adopt stricter animal welfare policies, such as cage-free eggs and gestation stall-free pork. One notable exception is Domino’s Pizza, based in Ann Arbor, Mich., which has stood its ground in the face of extreme pressure from animal activists.”

Tim McIntyre told Brownfield that “farmers know best.” It’s as simple as that.

“We will never tell a farmer how to farm. We will never tell a rancher how to raise his or her animals,” said McIntyre. “What we believe is they’re the experts. They have the most vested interest in raising their livestock. It’s not just a job, we recognize that. It’s a life and we appreciate that—and we’re not afraid to stand up and say it.”

Source: Thanks, Domino’s, for supporting modern ag! in Beef Magazine

Guess I know where this weekend’s game’s pizza is coming from.


6 thoughts on “Thanks, Domino’s, for supporting modern ag!”

    1. Their noodle bowls are pretty good, though, and the pizza can’t be worse than the “Peter Piper’s Pizza” we tried last time. *Shudder* Cold when I picked it up, the “cheese pizza” had lots of visible sauce, and it wasn’t awesome enough to overcome those issues.

  1. I always get a kick out of people that insist on ‘free range’ chickens being a more humane way of raising them. Apparently they don’t know where the term ‘hen pecked’ comes from.

    1. Farrowing crates for pigs, too.

      The laws get pushed by those that can afford the losses to entire litters being eaten or crushed, and pecked to death animals.

    2. Having raised chickens for fun, I will tell you, the really violent, vicious ones get caged, or tied by the leg. This was especially true for the several roosters I had. There was a pair of cocks that really, really hated each other, and that despite my tying them to opposite ends of the yard, they still strained at their leashes to get to the other. I came home from college one afternoon to find that one of them had managed to break off the branch I’d tied his tether to, and the two of them were both severely injured, tangled up together, and STILL pecking at each other whenever they got a bit of wind back in them.

      Both of them ended up in the cookpot as a lovely pot of tinola, and I was not happy because each of them had different bloodlines and I wanted to try keep the genetic diversity up.

      I love my chooks, but damn, sometimes they were dumb clucks.

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