Save us from hostile food!
Even more than the simpering animals we encounter now and then—the creatures over-eager to serve by being devoured—the aggressive pigs and steers are just… tiresome.
He's "bad." He's got a pirate/biker-style earring. He uses nonstandard spelling.
Oh, please. What transparent posturing.
For all his amoral, outsider machismo, he is—did you forget?—advertising the chance for barbecue enthusiasts to, you know, eat him. To latch their jaws on his ribs. To enact the brutal drama of life after casting him in the role of victim. Pawn. Object. Thing. Mere stuff. The doomed, defeated, utterly dominated, and possessed. The great faceless foundation upon which other lives are built.
It takes a tough pig to sell himself out so thoroughly.
(Thanks to Dr. Bea for the referral.)