What might it be in the British character or psyche that promotes their regular consideration of putting a saddle on a pig? Thinking about saddled sows and bridled boars seems to be a very old tradition in Great Britain.

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Every time a pig is sold an angel gets its wings.

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It was with particular interest that I noticed how last week's episode of $#*! (Bleep) My Dad Says on CBS television mentioned a pig that willingly went to slaughter.

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National Pigs-in-a-Blanket Day. Mangalitza pigs are literally pigs in blankets. This is not a food entry on cabbage rolls; it’s a blanket statement and a shaggy hog story.

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Memories are essential points of departure for the choices we make in our lives. However we see life, most all of it is memory. The exception being that brief present moment that, like a greased hog in a pen, that runs by so fast you often can’t catch it. The memories that we can hold on to make us the individuals that we are.

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