Cook me up and devour me, I beg of you

Here’s a fun/disturbing site: Suicide Food. It’s devoted to restaurant logos (mostly) that depict animals who are happy as hell to be on the menu. Moo and Oink would love this site. The post about the Smokin’ Stokes pig (seen here in ecstatic agony) reads, in part: “What you see before you is evidence of an animal mind made mad. The Smokin’ Stokes pig does not merely accept his own destruction. He does not merely welcome it. He revels in it. He rolls on his bed of flame as a sane pig would roll in mud. His death gives him unending joy and satisfaction. He is rolling in fire and he loves it! His squeals are of ecstasy. Through the alchemy practiced by followers of Suicide Foodism, his pain—the hellish agony of the burned alive—is transmuted to pleasure.” There’s lots more where that came from.

—Posted by Tim Nudd

April 20, 2007 | Permalink