On an internet known for plenty of spam and pale ink, Porkopolis.org remains a noble mainstay and faithful guardian of the appreciation of this Republic’s, and indeed the world’s, pandemonius plethora of pigs.
Porkopolis.org stands as part of a brother and sisterhood of swineherds and scholars; pig pundits and porktologists; bourgeois pigs, breeders and bacon laureates; pigmatists and pigamists who all refute the sentiment “of any pork in a storm.”
Instead, we hail the great intelligence, amenable disposition, self-reliance and down right savoriness of the pig. Swinedom is to be admired for the beauty and grace of their hogritude – the mystical essence and condition of being an actual hog – as well as their delicious taste.
‘Nuf said, save this:
I’ll tell you a story that happened long ago,
When the English came to America, I s’pose you all know,
They could’nt whip the Yankees, I’ll tell you the reason why,’
Uncle Sam made ’em sing Root, Hog, or Die.
– from “Root, Hog, or Die” an anonymous U.S. patriotic music broadside published before the Civil War.