I got nothing against pigs.
The ranch I worked at most of my days had two pigs: Summit and Waller. They were brothers. They were named from the hood the ranch sits in, the Summit-Waller Neighborhood. They were the cutest pigs. Summit escaped and probably became someone’s bacon. Waller had a much fuller life entertaining children in the area for an entire year and a half.
It upset me a lot when Summit went missing. I called the local butchers, a woman we call the Pig Lady who has a portable slaughter mobile first funded by USDA because local farmers couldn’t afford to raise them for slaughter and then slaughter them without federal subsidies. Kind of like the current situation with banks. How could we expect banks to hold our money and use it and then make a profit on it. So we bail them out. Never mind that some of us who pay taxes so the government can bail them out so they can exist and turn around and throw us out of our homes because there isn’t anybody to bail us out with our money. Huh? Anyways, I prayed for Summit to come back to our ranch and be safe but we never saw him again. Sad.
I got nothing against pigs.
One day I caught some high school age kids, kids we like to call Transitional Age Youth (ages 16-24), feeding Waller slices of pepperoni pizza. I asked them if they appreciated just how cruel that appeared to me. Turned out they had no idea that pepperoni came from a pig.
In fact, most kids I have worked with these days have very little idea about where there food comes from. More stunning is that most kids I work with have no idea what there food is. I asked a group of thirty kids to identify three pieces of fruit or vegetable. I held out an avocado, an artichoke and a tomato. Most kids could identify only the tomato. Very few got all three. It was crazy!
Progressives continue to proselytize, lobby and regulate us by posting caloric information next to our favorite value meal, as if reading how many calories the food we are about to eat has will deter us from eating it. Good luck! Actually, it only antagonizes some people into continuing to eat it.
Progressives should push for more education that includes nutrition, food security and identifying your food. It seems rather basic to me but what do I know. I know that my children can identify their food.
So back to the pigs. I got nothing against pigs. Probably, what I should say is, I’m Jewish and I got nothing against pigs. I never fully appreciated what pigs had to offer until my future mother in law cooked a pork roast. Pigs can be mighty tasty if cooked in just the right way. I’ve only had four pork roasts in my life. Two of them were cooked by my mother in law. The other two were cooked by my wife and her sister. Same recipe made by two siblings blessed with the many positive attributes passed on by the beautiful matriarch with the 5 star, blue ribbon hands skilled in making the pork roast of all pork roasts. I tried a couple “tastes” in the grocery stores, country clubs, barbecue joints and they could not compare to the pork roast my mother in law made me or her genetically blessed children.
By the way, my sister in law is beautiful, smart and single. My wife is taken so forget that. If someone were smart and they really really liked pork roast, they would marry my sister in law. My only word of caution is that the pork roasts stopped about the time my mother in law had enough of my crap. You might consider a prenuptial agreement with performance outcomes pertaining to the making of the pork roasts.
So like I said, I got nothing against pigs. I pray for them, I protect them, I eat them. I got nothing against pigs. Without them, there aren’t any pork roasts.
But it’s not about me.