Showing posts with label funk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funk. Show all posts

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Uncaged—Yes on Proposition 2

Before we get down to business, we must mention two things:

1) California residents, please do vote Yes on Proposition 2, the farm animal welfare bill on the November 2008 ballot.

2) While you're at it, consider voting Yes on the Little Old Lady Protection Act. LOLPA would outlaw pushing little old ladies down the stairs before mugging them. Although LOLPA has garnered much support, some detractors see in it an unnecessary restriction on personal liberty. Rest assured, LOLPA does not prohibit mugging of the elderly and would not prevent you from continuing to assault and rob anyone.

Which brings us to Uncaged. This animated Yes-on-2 production stars a pig singing a Proposition 2–related version of Stevie Wonder's classic Superstitious.




The cause is worthy. The message is repulsive and winds up recapitulating major themes of the suicidefoodist movement. The animals do not object to being raised for food, to being transformed even before their birth into a commodity. No, that is a foundational component of being an animal, and they are foursquare in favor of that. They take issue only with the specifics of their subjugation.







One might have supposed that people devoted to the welfare (if not the freedom) of animals would have preferred a less ugly approach. Was it necessary to show rows of pigs cheering as our singer/pig Sty-vie Wonder requests pleasanter confinement? Or ranks of thumbs-upping chickens pleased to be referred to as "food"? Or a veal calf (one of the "calves you will be eatin'") relieved only to stop "livin' in [its] poo"?







Back to the (imaginary) Little Old Ladies Protection Act. Just as Prop 2 calls for what should be uncontroversially humane treatment of livestock, LOLPA calls for people not to push little old ladies down flights of stairs. Who but the psychopathological could oppose such a measure?

Say that pro-LOLPA advocacy groups produced a snappy animated number. In it, darling little old cartoon ladies asked simply, "Before you mug us, please don't shove us down the stairs." Would that give you pause?

"When you mug us, you don't need to hug us! Just don't! Push! Us! Down! The! Staaairs!" Would you wonder, "Why is grandma okay with the idea of getting mugged in the first place? Couldn't they find another way of presenting their case?"

So it is with Uncaged. Surely there is a way to express support for the measure without showing animals explicitly endorsing its of-course-animals-are-still-going-to-be-killed-and-eaten presupposition.

(Thanks to Dr. Gennifer for the referral.)






Addendum: If you live in California, please do vote Yes on Prop 2. Thank you.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Mothership BBQ

Mm-hm, it's on now! You've entered another dimension, an astral plane where pigs lead their 12-piece bands as you browse the menu and select the cuts of your galactic choice, dig?

The captain of this mothership—let's call him Porksy Collins—is breakin it down.

He is the spiritual brother of the Holy Funkin Emperor, Bootsy Collins, after all. Don't believe me? Check it out:

The hat, the shades, the stars. The divine style. This is barbecue of Bootsy proportions!

Of course, when you get right down to it, this is just another attempt to create a Utopia where the animals provide the accompaniment to their own death. Porksy hardly bears his lot in life with stoic grace, head down, shoulders up around his ears. Hell no! He funks with his lot in life, chin up, gold tooth gleaming!

And doesn't that make it all better? This goes beyond the animals granting you their permission. Man, the pig has already gone! He's on the motherfunkin mothership headed for Planet Funk! The flames that soon will cook him have become his funkin symbol, for p-funk's sake! They're on his jewelry. He uses them to see! Laugh at death? He gets down with death! "Free your mind and your ass will follow!"

So eat up! The pigs won't mind. The pigs just chuckle at the triflin nonsense y'all get up to. Tear off a hunk and they'll just shake their ass out beyond the stars!

(Bootsy Collins photo from www.tascam.com)