Turkey Porn

Feathered Dinosaur Consumption day is arrived! Although I am not at all sure I will consume any feathered dinosaur descendant today. Due to changes in family structure, our FDC day organizational entropy went from ~3.3 to ~8.0. As a result instead of observing THE AMERICAN HOLY DAY today we had to observe it last Saturday. And I have to rather shamefully admit that that a major cause of the earliness was the demands to be able to observe the U Alibam versus Alibam Polytechnic Institut (American) football game. 

I am also unsure because although we have some flesh remaining from the carcass FD SCP and I prepared, an unbrined breast anointed with olive oil and suitable baked, my diet does not strictly permit me to prey upon the remains again this quickly. But I am diverted by the thought of the closeness of that statement to the descriptions of how kings are anointed on being crowned. The common aspect of becoming a thing for consumption is striking. And since it is supposed to be associated with religious practice, the confluence of food and mysticism is also present. Hmmmm. If I cannot partake of a turkey sandwich, organic mayonaise on ciabata bread I baked myself, I can at least contemplate these enthralling aspects of humanity. And reflect on the image gained in my youth when visiting the local Coca Cola bottling plant and observing the capping of the bottles, and how that related to religion as well.

And while upon the matter of humanity, my email this morning was largely a matter of pornography. The first message in the unread queue was a comment left on this blog blatantly promoting a web site for “hentai porn”. Following the published rules and policies established in our organization form, this comment has been consigned to the bit bucket with appropriate electronic carbolic acid. Defending the right of the owners of that site to exist does not extend to pandering their products.

Sadly, the really nasty stuff was yet to come. For some reason my inbox was full of all manner of advertisement emails from vendors apparently especially concerned about my expending privy wealth today and tomorrow. Not that I object to them being in business, but I should think that they would have some dim perception that their harassment might induce me to either forgoe any expenditure, or, more likely, trade with someone a bit more civil? But then, I have sensed scant intelligence, and little sentience, in the business community of recent months. But I will have to contemplate just how incapable of budget formulation and self control our American conumer-citizen may have become?

On which note, I should comment that one of the rss feeds I subscribe to is NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day. I shall refrain from bashing them for the shoddy way the feed is administered, and only note that yesterday’s picture was the dasboard camera video of the meteorite that immolated itself over Edmonton the night of 20 November. [Link] Truly, this is an impressive event. I can well see how such light shows might have inspired awe (in the correct meaning of the word and not that misapplied today,) in primitive man and given rise to all sorts of mystical grrr brrr. The lesson that should be learned from this is that Mother Nature is not about cuddly, fuzzy things and will quite emotionlessly discorporate us if we don’t get our act together and look out for our own survival.

That may be the greatest pornography of them all, that we humans cannot come to grips with the fact that we need to look out for our own survival and quit being complacent nebishes waiting for the end. And that may also be the thing we can be the most thankful for, being able to know that difference.