Tea in Ceylon (Sri Lanka)-
This was many years ago (over 40-I was about 11).
They pick the tea leaves by hand, spread them on dirty mats to dry among numerous flies and other assorted insects. Periodically, a barefooted dirty looking person walks all over them-I guess to help the drying process.
They then collect it in dirty sacks and dump it into vats with unwashed hands.
Then they grind it up and put it in packages to sell to the unsuspecting English.
I don't think Lipton does it this way, but you never know.
Good thing I always sterilize my tea before I drink it.
Yep. Take chickens for instance. They generally live four to a teeny weeny cage, can't even turn around, mess themselves and the other three in their cage, (this is in commercial chicken farms) mess and urinate their water, lay eggs if they're egg chickens and then we eat those eggs that come out of the far end of the chickens, then when they wear out laying eggs they slaughter them (apparently by throwing them against walls in some instances if recent reports are to be believed) scald them, pluck them (all in sterile surroundings, of course) cut them up, package them and then we bring them home and cook and eat them. If we only knew where our food came from, we would never have a weight problem, I guess, because we wouldn't eat much. I'm drinking iced tea right now and can just taste the dirty feet taste of the tea stomper. Yum!