I'm sure that, since it's basically slices from a giant hot dog, I am sure that we will soon hear from all of the people who claim that they have a cousin who heard about some guy who works in the plant where it is made who said that you wouldn't eat it if you saw it being made/knew what went into it. Closely behind them will be the righteous mob who (based on the slices from a giant hot dog aspect) will call for the removal of not only your man card, but also your man parts for committing the unforgiveable sin of applying ketchup to it.
The college ag class that I was in took a tour of the Frosty Morn meat plant in Clarksville, TN. This would have been way back in 1969. I saw bologna being made, and wouldn't eat it for several years thereafter. When I did go back to eating it every now and then, it was not Frosty Morn. Having said that, I'll shut up on the subject.
