Some Pigs Are TraitorsPosted: September 24, 2012
Pigs have it tough.
They think they’ve got a good deal. Most of them don’t have jobs, someone else feeds them and gives them a place to live. They don’t know that part of the implied contract that got them that deal is that people are going to eat them.
Perspective is everything. When you’re hanging out with your friends and have your head in the trough you can’t see the end coming. Pigs don’t see something else that is despicable and dangerous. If they’d lift their heads and look, they’d see the sad truth.
Some of their kind will be part of that end that is coming.
Like Benedict Arnold…
When pigs are at the trough, they think they’re among friends. That is mostly true. There are exceptions, and they should be ashamed of themselves. These traitor pigs think nothing of leading their “friends” to their ultimate, ultimately tasty, demise.
Perhaps you’re wondering how I know this is true. In the event you are not, this would be the best spot to stop reading.
It all started on my way to visit my son at school. I remember it like it was this weekend. I stopped for lunch at a barbecue place in Lexington, NC. Lexington is the capital of barbecue in North Carolina. North Carolina is the best place in the world for barbecue. Ergo, Lexington is the barbecue capital of the planet.
As I dined, I took note of the logo of the restaurant.
…If Benedict Had Curly Tail
The logo was based on a picture of a pig wearing a chefs hat.
It wasn’t directly expressed that the pig participated in preparing his brethren for me to consume. The picture implied it. To the pig’s credit, if he smoked and seasoned his friends, he did a fantastic job. I had a plate of chopped ‘que with slaw, fries and hush puppies that was a beautiful experience.
For what it was worth, I opted not to eat the fries. They’re not a healthy food. As I ate, I realized that so many barbecue restaurants hire (or potentially are operated by) these traitor pigs.
Bunch Of Tasty Jerks
You don’t see cattle getting involved in getting people to eat other cattle. Fish don’t sell each other to us. Chickens…well, chickens are a bit like pigs in terms of loyalty to their kind. But at nearly any good pork barbecue joint, a pig seems to be in on the deal.
Pictures of swine in chef’s hats, aprons, or carrying cooking utensils abound in the barbecue restaurant industry. Why would there be so many depictions of pig chefs if they did not exist? These pigs cooks are far from noble. They extend their own lives by shortening those of their kind.
It is an injustice. A shameful sell out. An embarrassment. I can only hope that someone brings these treacherous swine to justice.
Justice, with a vinegar based barbecue sauce and some good slaw. Maybe some banana pudding too.
Tasty, tasty justice.