Roughly translated it means the best way to intimidate a big rival is to destroy a smaller one.
But what happens after that? One man in China appears to have just found out.
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Before anybody calls bullshit about the flashlight, check this shit out:
Back in the mid 1960s, my Grandpa Bud ran a chicken ranch on Tully Road between Hughson and Keyes, CA. That road had a dozen or more chicken ranches on it, all owned by Foster Farms, a huge poultry processor then and still is even today. When you entered the road at both Keyes and Grayson Roads, there were big signs telling drivers to turn their headlights off and drive with only parking lights.
I can remember twice when drivers ignored those signs and flashed the chicken houses with their headlights and let me tell you, it wasn't pretty. We'd hear an eruption of squawking and we'd run to whichever chicken house it was coming from. Inside the house, there would be a thousand or more chickens piling up on top of each other in the far corner. Sheer fucking panic. The ones on the bottom would die from suffocation and the ones on top would die from the heat coming off the lamps mounted on the walls, and because I'm the youngest, lightest, and most expendable, my job was climbing that growing pile of chickens, trying to pull them away from the lamps so they wouldn't catch fire and burn the whole fucking place down.
So yeah, thousands of dollars worth of dead birds over a light suddenly flashing in their chicken house.
And by the way, if you go to Google Earth you can still see the remnants of the chicken houses, 10 of them and each about 250 feet long. Address is 5831 Tully Road, Hughson CA. That's our little farmhouse there just south of the houses and near the road.
