Not realizing your level of familiarity with the corruptness of our food system, Monsanto was simply a widely known low hanging fruit when discussing the topic. The overall effect of the ag chem producers is actually much worse than simply what they've been involved in, and the list of players is deep and wide. From Kraft Heinz (whoever owns them today) to McDonald's to Frito-Lay/Pepsi and beyond, they all work together today in one gloriously well oiled machination with the GMO seed and economic poison developers, but the "everyday food producers" are for the most part just insignificant cogs who've unwittingly embraced serfdom while still trying to cling to the independent images of their ancestors. It's called cognitive dissonance, and it is well practicedall throughout the ag sector, especially in the field.
The fact is that the large growers today, be they crop or critter, are typically mortgaged to the hilt risk management devices in the industrial food web. Again, the chicken industry is one of the clearest examples, but it's not much different for the other animal protein, row crop, and cereal grain producers. The grower takes all of the risk for the imagined benefit of having a guaranteed market for their immense harvest, thereby allowing them to focus on doing what they want to do, and supposedly do best. At least that was a big part of the sales pitch, especially since Nixon's USDA head, Earl Butz, came out with his guidance for farmers to "go big", or basically get out. Farming has been under constant and accelerating pressures to consolidate ever since, which suits the gov't. and their pimps just fine since it means that there are fewer farmers that they have to manage, bribe, and extort. It's all about control and keeping the peasants from lighting those torches.
Gov't. subsidies, (be they through publicly underwritten crop insurance programs or outright crop payments), have become an integral part of the entire corporate welfare trap that ensnares many, but of course, in order to partake of that Mother's Milk, your farm must be duly registered and "compliant". You have to file nutrient management plans, acquire and maintain pesticide applicator's licensing, develop an acceptable farm plan, get a federal premise ID, just to enter their sand box. Again, all designed to freeze small producers out. All guidance provided by the state and feral ag extension agencies and outreach are completely owned and directed both phlisophically and financially by the industrial food complex processors and chemical companies. The PhD's running the land grant university ag programs, and hence their outreach, are without exception all tied to a funding tit, and the hog that provides that tit are companies like the aforementioned, and they will get the science that they want and need, or your funding will simply stop. PhD's have mortgages too, so peer reviewed or not, the quality of our science has devolved to a state of essentially being for sale. Getting back to Monsanto for a moment, they actually bought their own so-called peer review journal, just to put a finer point on it.
So a chicken grower borrows hundreds of thousands of dollars to put up one of the newest Franken-chicken concentration camps, using his generationally held family farm as colateral and following the Chicken King's very specific engineering requirements for everything from the building itself to the feed and water delivery systems, as well as the heating and ventilation systems. None of this is especially cheap. The Chicken Kings will even proffer a builder for them, and in more recent times, even offer a nice cash bonus for new suckers or those stupid enough to build multiple units at one time, they are just that helpful. Then they provide the chicks and deliver the feed into the farmer's huge automated bins and the farmer just sits back and rakes in the dough, so they say.
Ya see, the farmer's contract offers zero guarantees. The size of the chick delivery is so huge that it's nearly impossible for typically labor limited farmer to accurately check, but that's just the beginning of the bamboozle. When the feed is augered off of the tractor trailer up into the farmer's bins he has to rely on the Chicken King's truck driver for transparency regarding just how much is delivered, If you've the audacity to request that he get scaled before and after each feed deliverey, you won't be one of their what they call "implimenters" for very long, 'cuz nothing pisses them off so much as a serf that asks questions or puts a kink in their closely run time tables, which allow no time for drivers to get scaled before and after each delivery. So now the farmer has a building that was designed by them, filled with their birds that they hatched out (and already inoculated with who knows what except them, but the list is long all the same), and a butt-load of whatever they call the stuff that they concoct for feed. It could be marigold petals and unicorn poop for all he knows, and he also has no idea just how much there is, but the good news is, they have promised to buy all of whatever he manages to keep alive.
And that's where the fun begins, 'cuz the farmer now gets to spend his days shuffling through the crowded throngs of mutant chickens picking up the dead ones as they drop from any of a litany of diseases and genetic physiological disorders that are common among them. These he gets to compost on his property (which is why we have such a healthy population of buzzards here) and eventually spread back onto his land, as prescribed by his USDA compliant nutrient management and farm plan (which none of them ever follow and no one ever checks or audits, and the same goes for their pesticide spraying). The accumulated and persistent chemicals and unidentified pharmacology present in those carcasses (along with that which is in feces that will soon follow) is simply ignored, 'cuz who doesn't need more arsenic, super-phosphated compounds and time release pharmaceuticals in their soil, air and water, right?
Weeks later the Chicken Kings send in their catchers to grab up the birds, stuff them into crates, and load it all onto open trucks to haul across the county to the processing plant. What half dead birds don't succumb to the weather during the trip all end up dead in a few hours anyway, so no big deal. I would add that should you ever find yourself traveling in a rural chicken raising area and see one of these trucks, stay well away from it, as they are a veritable font of contaminated liquid chicken feces, which you can actually see as a kind of hazing fecal aura when they stop for a traffic signal - so God help the unknowing biker or convertible passengers that might follow too close or pull up alongside, and so much for all of that crap from the CDC on managing disease vectors. The great avian flu derived pandemic that supposedly has them all flumuxed will no doubt be spread by this 24/7 operation in support of "eat more chicken", but again, I digress.
So the plant processes the half-dead chickens and a tally is generated, which the farmer's intermediary, a sort of personal banker in reverse who works for the Chicken Kings, includes in his final settlement calculations. The farmer received X number of chicks, Y amount of company supplied feed, and now they're going to pay him for Z number of birds - all numbers that they alone control and concoct. The farmer has to take whatever they decide, and there is no appeal. Actually, again, if you mutter too loudly, well, see ya. Yeah, that's the best leverage of all, for the Chicken Kings that is. You see, even though the farmer still has a 20 year mortgage to pay on that giant building, along with the utility bills from the running of it, there is absolutely no guarantee that you'll ever get another flock. Best of all, the chicken companies have developed what they call a "tournament" styled bonus system, and basically, if you don't make bonus, you're lucky to break even on just the base value of whatever they feel like paying you for. This is a system where the top 50% of producers (according to all sorts of metrics that the company controls) are awarded a bonus payment that comes out of the bottom 50%'s money - it costs the company nothing, so your livelihood depends upon you out-performing your neighbor. Can't tell you how easy that makes farmers to manipulate and keep from ever organizing against the system.
Bitch about it or protest too loudly and you'll never see another bird, or, before ya know it the auctioneer is putting the hammer down on another great modern farming success story. We have them pretty regularly around here, but it's all good since that's what keeps feeding the need among the survivors to get even bigger. And what happens when you get so big that only one or two even bigger companies have the capacity to take your end product off of your hands? Well, you dance to whatever tune they play.
Sorry again for the TL;DR, but it's complicated, and that doesn't meld well with a world run on 280 character Tweets.
Thanks again for your thoughtful reply.