Yes, the illustration is gruesome. Yes, the miniature pigs cavorting at the feet of the mammoth pig are unsettling. Yes, the flagrant shirtlessness of all three is almost too much to bear.But it's the subtext we are most concerned with.
We are privy to a sacred moment: the very instant when a reprehensible culture is transmitted from one generation to the next. (We've had the "privilege" of witnessing this rite before.)
An adult pork-supplying pig (note the baggy physique and the maturity-connoting long trousers) instructs the piglets (see the short pants?) in the Way Things Are.
"Kids, we're pigs. Or, as I like to say, 'pork suppliers.' And our job is to provide the bacon makers—hallowed be their name—with all the pork they need. Keep eating, and one day your pork will end up in bacon products distributed all over Australia! Your mother and grandparents (rest their souls) would be so proud!"This is how it happens.
Youth learns at the knee of Wisdom. Literally—each little one is clinging to a knee.
And the culture continues, perpetuated one lie at a time.
3 comments:
Hey Doctor Suicide Food,
Please dedicate a future column to why Pigs are doomed to wear overalls. Did I miss something in meat indoctrinations when I was a kid?
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It's like the Laocoon of pigs! Just as tragic, and more absurd.
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