Monday, August 15, 2005

those classy frogs

the french are up to their usual silliness, this time with a pig festival that includes a Pig-Squealing competition. it sounds like a good time:

Besides the pig-squealing, there were awards in the Sunday competition for pigging out -- this year's winner ate 1.2 meters (nearly 4 feet) of blood sausage in under five minutes -- and heavy gambling on the final eight-piglet race.

i know what i'm doing for MY vacation next year. and i mean the blood sausage competition--no snotty comments about my place in the eight-piglet race. but i would kick those pigs's butts if i tried.

i was a little weirded out by this, though:

Stepping up to the microphone in hastily improvised pig outfits -- the decision to enter the competition had been taken only the night before -- the Roussels let rip with a chorus of uncannily realistic squeals, grunts and snuffles before the 500-strong audience, topped with a delicately choreographed courtship scene.

so, in addition to pigging out (bad pun intended) on pork, they also dress up like pigs? and pretend to be pigs mating? now that crosses a line. i wonder if they see anything odd in celebrating pig agriculture which--i know from watching babe 300 times---is about mass producing dead pig meat for naked apes, by pretending to BE pigs? wow, you naked apes are crazy. and not just the french ones.


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