Kill floors at packing plants suck. They are the most horrific places on the face of the earth. The hemoglobin in the blood sucks the oxygen up, and a lot of folks can pass out if not acclimated. They are designed and exist for the efficient mass slaughter of large mammals.
To one extent or another, I've spent my entire life in the beef production business and have never met a man that enjoyed being in that part of a packing plant.
That said, it's part of the reality of the world we live in.
There's an ungulate in the country that goes "moo".
There are millions of people, miles away in the city, that want to eat the ungulate that goes "moo".
There's a process required to raise, slaughter, package, and transport that ungulate to consumers because they demand a fresh, safe, and tasty product.
If you turn a microscope on certain aspects of that process, you're going to see things that disturb you. But I can also film a group of indigent Mexican villagers hacking a steer to death with machetes, and its no less disturbing.
We kill things to eat.
Get over it.
Angelina Jolie sits on the pot everyday and takes a big, stinking shit.
Why choose to dwell on it?