Most shocking is that the bellies of nearly all the chickens have lost their feathers and are raw, angry, red flesh. The entire underside of almost every chicken is a huge, continuous bedsore. As a farmboy who raised small flocks of chickens and geese, I never saw anything like that.
(Sidebar: The "farmboy" thing again. Okay, got it. You were raised on a farm in Oregon. But now you are a columnist at the world's most prestigious paper. And that means, or it should mean, that you need to do some real thinking.)
Then note his conclusion in the face of this suffering: "I don't know where to draw the lines."
What? For real? Really? This is insane. On the one hand, Kristof wants to take credit for exposing the horror of what Perdue does to its birds. But on the other, he won't even adhere to the ineffable logic of his own reporting.
Hey, Nick: when you confront the systematic and morally atrocious treatment of chickens, and when you yourself realize that this treatment is endemic, and when you reveal this reality to millions of readers, there's a very easy line to draw: you stop eating chickens.