Considering the pig, a single-minded bestiary.
Considerations of humanity and hogritude, because an insufficiency of pigs is one of the great faults of all that the gods have made manifest to man.
If you are a pig, having a delightful trough full of treasures often also means you’ll have flies… This is a cruel irony of porcine existence. On the evening of February 29, 2016 my personal delight, the Porkopolis.org web site, went dark with flies.
Pythia, the muse and the medium of our resident Porcine Oracle, continues to send us her poetic aspirations. She has been hoping to achieve that great honor of an actual page for herself in the Best Loved Poetry section of the Porkopolis Library. Here, for your appreciation: Pythia – a day of my life with the Porcine Oracle.
Pigs have always been more comfortable rooting alluvial delights than treading water. If, in fact, pigs can not fly, perhaps they’ve realized that swimming is substantially the same.
Ever wonder if pigs like mud wrestling? Well, they take great pleasure in regular and repeated immersion in mud, as well as some occasional rowdiness. And they don’t even have to win at the ‘wrestling’ part in order to have a great time.
A new year – a radiant plan… Our only claim to uniqueness is our choice of reaction and response to experience. Let’s stop allowing ourselves to be generalized and disgraced for the enrichment of goblins.
