Friday, June 25, 2010

Preppy Pig BBQ

As though we needed reminding, the Preppy Pig arrives on the scene to tell us that Suicidefoodism is such a powerful creed—a worldview of such sweeping urgency—that it can ensnare them all.

The pirates. The prize fighters. The patriots. The captains of industry. The debauched. The juvenile. And now add to them the scions of the nation's finest families. They all wish to honor themselves and us by submitting to their toxic belief system.

While Royce or Tad (or whoever) here could easily buy and sell us, all he really wants to do is feed us. Just stroll onto the blade, climb onto the grill, roll onto the plate, and leap onto our tongues.

1 comment:

Desdemona said...

I don't know, I'm not convinced he's actually from Brahmin stock - he looks more like the Miami Vice era Don Johnson to me. Definitely not Ivy League material!