You don’t expect to hear “bite me” from a pig, but frustrated with that part of Nature’s plan that says humankind will appreciate and eat our pals the pigs, “Que Sera, Sera” seems weightless.
Pigs’ inevitable culinary fate is to go gliding down the eager and devouring throats of humankind. But lest humans get too sure of their perch on the food chain, remember we are all percolating down the predatory throat of time.
the Porcine Oracle
Revenged somewhat, pigs competently remember what humankind discounts… Man has predators as well – disease, indulgence, each other and that one pervasive and poignant thing that hunts us all…
From the Porkopolis Archive:
- Garstang, Walter British – The Onchosphere
- McHugh, Heather – Philosopher Orders Crispy Pork
- Pouvoisin, M. – The Piglet’s Death
- Duffy, Carol – Circe