When Pigs Rule
David Michael Green
The Regressive Antidote
Imagine you were a pig.
As a pig, you would care about nothing besides getting fat.
If you could get fat by eating the food shares of other animals, you would readily do so.
If you could get fat by eating up your own little piglet children’s future, you would do so.
If you could get fat by eating your whole farm into ruin, you’d munch right through it without another thought.
Indeed, if you could get fat by scarfing up so much food that you literally imperiled the entire planet, you would not only do so, but you would criticize and mock those who had the temerity merely to point out the consequences of your actions and thereby interfere with the conquering of your global comestible empire.
For those of you, like me, who too often find themselves aghast at the state of our nation, jaws dropped to the floor in wonder at the astonishing capacity for American self-destruction, befuddled by the acquiescence of the victims of this pillaging, there’s your answer: If you can imagine what it would be like to be an amoral, sociopathic, singularly focused, devoted consumption machine – that is, to be a pig – then you get it. And then you get our America, too.