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A noisy cheer went up from the crowd of hackers clustered around the voting machine tucked into the back corner of a casino conference roomtheyd just managed to. Some people are fans of the Green Bay Packers. But many, many more people are NOT fans of the Green Bay Packers. This 2017 Deadspin NFL team preview is for those in. The Spam Factorys Dirty Secret Mother Jones. Skip to main content. Kill Bill Whistling TuneTrucks outside the Hormel factory. Photographs by Alec SothMagnum Photos. On the cut and kill floor of Quality Pork Processors Inc. Austin, Minnesota, the wind always blows. Kill Bill Whistling' title='Kill Bill Whistling' />From the open doors at the docks where drivers unload massive trailers of screeching pigs, through to the warm room where the hogs are butchered, to the plastic draped breezeway where the parts are handed over to Hormel for packaging, the air gusts and swirls, whistling through the plant like the current in a canyon. In the first week of December 2. Matthew Garcia felt feverish and chilled on the blustery production floor. He fought stabbing back pains and nausea, but he figured it was just the fluand he was determined to tough it out. Garcia had gotten on at QPP only 1. On the cutandkill floor of Quality Pork Processors Inc. Austin, Minnesota, the wind always blows. From the open doors at the docks where drivers unload massive. J shaped bench DC called the head table. Every hour, more than 1,3. Workers slice off the ears, clip the snouts, chisel the cheek meat. Kill Bill Whistling MusicMatthew Garcia. They scoop out the eyes, carve out the tongue, and scrape the palate meat from the roofs of mouths. Because, famously, all parts of a pig are edible everything but the squeal, wisdom goes, nothing is wasted. Reflection Eternal Train Of Thought Zip'>Reflection Eternal Train Of Thought Zip. A woman next to Garcia would carve meat off the back of each head before letting the denuded skull slide down the conveyor and through an opening in a plexiglass shield. On the other side, Garcia inserted the metal nozzle of a 9. One head every three seconds. Kill Bill Whistling Nurse' title='Kill Bill Whistling Nurse' />A high pressure burst, a fine rosy mist, and the slosh of brains slipping through a drain hole into a catch bucket. Some workers say the goo looked like Pepto Bismol others describe it as more like a lumpy strawberry milkshake. When the 1. Asia, where they are used as a thickener in stir fry. Most days that fall, production was so fast that the air never cleared between blasts, and the mist would slick workers at the head table in a grisly mix of brains and blood and grease. Sangokushi X Full English Patch. Tasks at the head table are literally numbing. The steady hum of the automatic Whizard knives gives many workers carpal tunnel syndrome. And all you have to do is wait in the parking lot at shift change to see the shambling gait that comes from standing in one spot all day on the line. For eight hours, Garcia stood, slipping heads onto the brain machines nozzle, pouring the glop into the drain, then dropping the empty skulls down a chute. And then, as the global economy hit the skids and demand for cheap meat skyrocketed, QPP pushed for more and more overtime. By early December, Garcia would return home spent, his back and head throbbing. But this was more than ordinary exhaustion or some winter virus. On December 1. 1, Garcia awoke to find he couldnt walk. His legs felt dead, paralyzed. His family rushed him to the Austin Medical Center, not far from the subdivided Victorian they rented on Third Street. Doctors there sent Garcia to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, about an hour away. By the time he arrived, he was running a high fever and complaining of piercing headaches. He underwent a battery of exams, including MRIs of his head and back. Every test revealed neurological abnormalities, most importantly a severe spinal cord inflammation, apparently caused by an autoimmune response. It was as if his body was attacking his nerves. Garcia inserted a compressed air hose and blasted the pigs brains into a pink slurry. One head every three seconds. By Christmas, Garcia had been bedridden for two weeks, and baffled doctors feared he might be suicidal. They sent a psychiatrist to prepare him for life in a wheelchair. There is no Matthew Garcia. Or, rather, Matthew Garcia is not his name. Its the made up name Ive given him to shield him from Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I dont know his real name anyway, not the name his mother cooed when she cradled him in her arms. All I know is the name on his drivers license, his I 9 and ITIN, his medical records and workers comp claim. There is no Matthew Garcia in Austin, Minnesota, and if you go looking, you wont find him, but then theres no Emiliano Ballesta or Miriam Angeles either. Not really. Because many QPP employees are working under a fake name with false papers and a phony address. And not just the people on the kill floor. You see QPP is simply another way of saying Hormel and its corporate headquarters in Dallas is just a tax accounting firm in a poured concrete office park along the LBJ Freeway. And if you leaf through the Austin phone book, you can find a listing for Kelly Wadding, the CEO of QPP, but if you drive there, youll find no house, no such address. In Austin, such half truths and agreed upon lies are as much a part of the landscape as the slow moving Cedar River. On one bank stands the Hormel plant, with its towering six story hydrostatic Spam cooker and sprawling fenced compound, encompassing QPP and shielded from view by a 1. When I asked for a look inside, I got a chipper email from the spokeswoman They are state of the art facilities nothing to be squeamish about but media tours are not available. On the other bank is the Spam Museum, where former plant workers serve as Spambassadors, and the sanitized history of Hormel unfolds in more than 1. One room is done up as the Provision Market, opened by George Hormel pronounced HOR mel to rhyme with normal in the Litchfield Building on Mill Street in November 1. But the company we know todayand its most famous productdidnt emerge until after Hormels son, Jay, took over in 1. Jay Hormel was a masterful manager and a gambler in the true capitalist sense. In the trough of the Great Depression, he bet Americans would buy into the idea of low cost canned dinners. Hormel chili, Dinty Moore stew, and Spam were born. Around the same time, Hormel attempted to institute a progressive pension plan in which the company would contribute 1 to a workers 2. But he didnt bother pitching its benefits to employees he simply instructed foremen to collect signaturesa style of leadership he later rued as benevolent dictatorship. Wary line workers refused, and when one gave in, labor organizers incited a work stoppage. Local business leaders panicked. Hormel urged them to accept union labor in Austin. I am not going to get mixed up in a fight in my hometown, he declared. But he was too late. The Spam Museum. In November, poorly armed union organizers, dissatisfied with the slow progress of negotiations, escorted Hormel from the general offices and shut down the plants refrigeration systemthreatening to spoil 3. For three straight days, Hormel went to the picket line to address workers from an improvised platform and meet with union leaders. He brought the strike to a quick end by agreeing to a series of forward looking incentives, including profit sharing, merit pay, and the Annual Wage Plan, an unheard of salary system in an industry dominated by piecework and hourly rates. Hormel also agreed that increases in output would result in more pay for workers, and he even guaranteed them 5. Fortune derided Hormel as the red capitalist, but the moves earned him a matchless period of management labor cooperation and national goodwill. During World War II, the company cranked out K rations, sending canned meat up supply lines across the Pacific and securing Spam acclaim as the meat that won the war. Hormel even created a special workers program, designed to assist veterans, in which up to 1.