The Occasional Joke

Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Feral pigs again

We either have a huge population of wild Russian pigs romping around, digging holes that can bury a tractor or we don't. So who's lying? The game ranchers with a vested interest in not being demonized or the Michigan DNRE, easily the least-trustworthy agency in the State Government next to, well, let's see, you pick from the list.

My solution: as usual, eat 'em. Bought a nice pair of boar sausages from Bob Sparrow this weekend. Boar is darker, richer-tasting than your usual pork -- no brining, please. Good stuff, regardless its provenance and degree of invasiveness.

Update: with pictures of alleged feral swine in Washtenaw County. I like the term, by the way. Sounds kind of Victorian: "Unhand that maiden, you feral swine, lest I render you for any number of delicious pork products, regardless of your frankly unsavory outward appearance and uncouth behaviour!"

1 comment:

  1. I looked at the list read "Military and Veterans Affairs" as Military and Veterinary Affairs. I either need more coffee, new glasses, a dog walk or all of the above.