Fat Pigs are We
When I first read this story, it was in a thread of conversation debating whether the odd picture of the rather fat boy standing over the pig with his finger on the trigger of a pistol was genuine. Yesterday morning I heard an interview with the taxidermist who verified the hog's size. Like the rest of us, the reporter didn't quite know what to ask. How big was it? Is the pig going to be mounted in the boy's room? What did they do with the meat? Of course, in the visual effects world, we take all sorts of visual cues as indications of whether an image is credible. In our scrutiny, however, we missed something larger.
This morning I read postings on a site that empathized with the pig. They ranged from buddhist philosophies, to environmentalists to simply people who don't believe in killing. I was fascinated by the responses:
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"I am writing to voice my concern over the killing of this unusual animal. I am most concerned that an 11 year old believes that killing something so unique is "an accomplishment"."
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What the fuck is your fucking problem you fat ass bitch. You fucking killed a fucking innocent little pig. Does it make your fat ass feel good to kill such an innocent creature. Wow congratufuckinglations you fat ass ......(it keeps on going in that vein).
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I have to congratulate you because I didn't think it was possible for an 11 yr old as large as yourself to chase a pig for three hours in hilly terrain. Well done, fat boy! For real though. Killing an animal about half your size does not make you a hero, or a model american, or anything else anybody might say you are.
...there are hundreds of posts.
I realized that I relate to the people who are outraged much more than I related to the hunter. More importantly, though, I realized that I didn't relate at all to myself, or at least the myself who used to be the person who read the story and didn't really care one way or the other.
More and more, we are becoming a people who are willing to speak up when something is wrong, probably because there is so much in the world that is wrong today and we are coming to the limits of what we can take.
What can we not take?
We cannot take cigarette smoke or tobacco companies peddling their cancer sticks to us at every turn.
We cannot take corrupt politicians who feed the citizens they represent to a war machine that benefits their cronies.
We cannot take neglect perpetrated by the companies who control the food supply in this country and are systematically trying to exterminate the small farmer.
We cannot take indiscriminate rape of our forests, pollution of our atmosphere, a defunct health care system, taxation that weighs more heavily on those who cannot afford it than on those who can, support of foreign dictators, lies intended to placate us with regard to our involvement in the middle east conflict, supreme court decisions that put a statute of limitations on injury to workers, the twisted monster that is celebrity, genocide, or the destruction of democracy by those who say they are doing it to protect us.
We cannot take the NRA or not so little boys with guns or people who glorify thoughtless action any longer.
In fact, we are not the bloated pig. We are the fat little boy with the gun, who was taught to kill before he was taught to cherish life. The Unique Animal that lumbered along suffering a three hour death at the hands of an insignificant parasite who did this to please his daddy and get his picture taken...well that's America, my friends. That's America.