The Tuareg, so called "Blue Men of the Desert" are a nomadic herding people of the Sahara. They like their coffee:
Black as the Devil,
Strong as Death,
Sweet as Love,
And hot as Hell.
Black as the Devil,
Strong as Death,
Sweet as Love,
And hot as Hell.
This pronouncement has always spoken to me because pretty much everything I appreciate in life fits into one or more of those four categories. I first encountered it while watching a National Geographic Special so long ago that, as I recall, the Dead Sea had only just been diagnosed as sick; and now, to help you eradicate the ear worm that is Elmer Bernstein's National Geographic theme music, I'll pause to let you get it out of your system ...
So now, moving on to the point of today's post, I would like to thank Markksr for his post last evening on the "Whine & Cheese" forum of Bladeforums.com, the content of which appears below. Click on the picture to view it in larger, more readable sizing.
I've been looking for a pointed bit of artwork to introduce a post aimed at all the sheeple out there who are starving our pig farmers out of fear that they can contract the latest flavour of influenza from eating pork. There's lots of crap you have always been able to get from eating improperly cooked pork products, but influenza isn't one of them. Now if you sleep with your pigs you have other issues and probably don't read this blog anyway.
The weekend is almost here. Get out there, buy a few slabs of pig and fucking barbecue it. Mrs. LFM and I will be doing just that.
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