mobile abattoir
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I love this story: outnumbered 17 to 1 by camels whose sole goal is breaking into the pipes to slurp their crapwater, the townsfolk shelter quiver in their fibro demountables, their children cheering every time a long-lashed eye peers menacingly through the window.
I say, this is a job for the NSW Shooters Party – a timely deal with the NT Government would see that pesky railways sell-off legislation passed without resort to more bastardisation of the planning system, with the confusingly named Robert Brown now able to revel in camel gore to his heart’s content. I’m less enamoured by the public health implications of a pile of 6000 camel corpses gently rotting in the desert sun for several months; however, as with all things in Australia,this guy has the solution:
“The way I see it, there is a billion dollars in camel meat wandering around the central desert,” says Harvey Douglas, who owns a mobile abattoir.
I wonder what a mobile abattoir looks like? I’m thinking it’s an open-tray ute with two men in blue singlets and a bar-fridge hooked up to the cigarette lighter. I’m thinking there might be some scale issues with harvesting One Billion Dollars’ worth of camel meat using such a set-up, but what do I know? I’m not an economist.