It is very easy to describe pigs. They are simple-minded, and they don’t care at all – they don’t care about their fellow pigs, they don’t care about their pig pens (they do care, but not that much). Heck, they don’t even care that they are up for slaughter. They don’t care at all as long as they are fed enough and on time. They don’t care as long as they get to mate (and they don’t care about the partner, as long as they have their sex). They don’t care as long as they appear to be superficially clean (even if it stinks to high heavens). They don’t care as long as long as their pig pen appears to be clean (even if it stinks to high heavens). They don’t care at all as long as all of their needs and wants are fulfilled. They don’t care at all as long as their comforts are not affected.

Question: how many pigs are there in this country? Just ask these guys.

“In a nation run by swine, all pigs are upward-mobile and the rest of us are fucked until we can put our acts together: Not necessarily to Win, but mainly to keep from Losing Completely” – Hunter S. Thompson.