Pigs are getting a bad rap these days, and it’s just unfair. Things like this so-called Swine Flu are man-made virus’s that are the result of negligent, deplorable business standards set by human beings. Pigs don’t roll around in there own shit unless they have no other choice. Pigs living in a healthy atmosphere do not require a pharmaceutical cocktail designed to stem off illness just long enough to send them to the chophouse, thus enabling the mutation of serious virus’s like influenza! These and other factors are human conditions.
The current issue of MEATPAPER is dedicated to the pig, and what glorious animals they are. In the coming days and weeks they’re going to need all the support they can get, and one way I suggest doing that is to find a copy of this magazine and reading these articles on the history and state of the pig. The following is a poem from the issue, written by Roald Dahl that seems rather apropos to the current events:
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach his feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
“I had a fairly powerful hunch
“That he might have me for his lunch.
“And so, because I feared the worst,
“I thought I’d better eat him first.”