Enthralled by George Packer’s The Unwinding (2013). I’ll let a quote sum it up:

“He was seeing beyond the surfaces of the land to its hidden truths. Some nights he sat up late on his front porch with a glass of Jack and listened to the trucks heading south on 220, carrying crates of live chicken to the slaughterhouses- aways under cover of darkness, like a vast and shameful trafficking- chickens pumped full of hormones that left them too big to walk- and he thought how these same chickens might return from their destination as pieces of meat to the floodlit Bojangles’ up the hill from his house, and that meat would be drowned in the bubbling fryers by employees whose hatred of the job would leak into the cooked food, and that food would be served up and eaten by customers who would grow obese and end up in the hospital in Greensboro with diabetes or heart failure, a burden to the public, and later Dean would see them riding around the Mayodan Wal-Mart in electric carts because they were too heavy to walk the aisles of a Supercenter just like hormone-fed chickens.” (p. 176)

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