You can't write fiction that funnier or stupider than what happens in real life. Witness the the wacko who complained that the proposed Chicken Plop Bingo event - designed to raise money for the PPS homeless shelter - was harmful to chickens. The event organizers, every wary of River Town's lunatic fringe, cancelled the event. The same individual blocked someone from building on her block by claiming that the project would harm local badgers. Anyone who objected was dubbed a, "Badger Hater." And, thus, the Great Paula Lane Badger Holocaust was averted. Alert the Nobel Committee.
Salmonella is another good reason to buy local food. At least if you get sick you can go throw up on their doorstep. Seriously, I believe that the closer one is to the source of the food, the healthier the food is likely to be. Or at least, the least adulterated, mishandled or misrepresented. I only wish that farmer's markets were more frequent, and that local farmers were better compensated for their investment in sweat and cash. You can thank our nanny-state progressives for the restrictive laws and regulations that have made local small (e.g., non-agribusiness) farming increasingly a rich man's hobby.
The consequences of the PETA-inspired Prop 2 will soon come crashing down on local poultry farmers. Prepare yourselves for a egg to cost as much as a latte. This is what happens when the oh-so-well-intentioned people in government who do no actual work for a living conspire to tell those who actually do work, how to do their jobs.