There once was a pig. There was a pond, too, but we're interested in the pig. The pig had a dream. Unless you're three weeks old, y...

We're ready to dive back into the world of recycled pig logos. Review, won't you, the last time we indulged our inexplicable pench...

We've seen the victims of clothing , sports , hunting , trapping , whaling , and pest control stick up for the institutions that did th...

The self-loathing is staggering. The sheer force of the self-abnegation is almost holy in its purity. We are unfamiliar with the educational...

Post #300 is our excuse to venture into the no man's land of suicide food's evil first cousin once removed. The dwellers on this wit...

Pontificating from his ivory tower, Professor Fish typifies those big city academics who deign to tell us peons how to life, what to believe...

Greetings from the Beaver State! The smiling chicken of the Oregon Fryer Commission wants you to enjoy everything Oregon has to offer. Well,...

To mark our 150th post, we embark on another installment in our lamentable Festival of Cruelty series. If this is your first time, we sugge...