Saturday, April 9, 2011

Pork Chop on a Stick

It's all here. This one photograph embodies all the horror of the movement—Suicidefoodism—we have devoted these last years to documenting. An infected ideology smiles back at us from the photo.

The pig, about to become not merely food, but fun food, novelty food, carnival food, looks on with such good humor, such a gentle nature, that we should be shamed and driven to flee the vicinity of Rosemount, Minnesota. Knowing that his whole life has been a joke, still the pig encourages us with his eyes. "Take my chops," those trusting eyes seem to say. "Skewer them and eat up. Have a good time!"

What would it take for you to see yourself this way, as a mass of would-be meat wedges waiting only for convenient handles?

(Thanks to Dr. Jeff for the referral and the photo.)

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