everyone has their snout at the same communal trough of cash, some is gobbled up by tax credits, some by the rules making it worthwhile for the bank to let you sit there…still I somehow think there’s a chance for a guy like me waiting away from the trough with a little bit of cheddar saved up to somehow get a chunk of offal that some giant hog noses out and lets slip away from the giant hogs.
I’m kind of the diseased little mouse looking for that scrap when the hogs have bloated themselves on botulism-tainted feed and are passed out dazed in the sun vomiting up other animal parts they’ve been force fed at the communal tax trough.
.At that moment, when the giant hogs are paralyzed, and the smaller pigs are running about squirting hog diarrhea on the ducks and chickens who are blinded in the panic, and the farmer is out with ashotgun ready to shoot everyone, I will stealthily steal up a bit closer to the communal feeding trough, careful not to get stepped on by some beastly 1,000 pound hog who kicks or rolls over in a spasm, or to literally be drowned in hog vomit, and try to steal a small chunk away for myself.
Ahh, it’s not going to happen. They hogs will keep eating as they continually vomit into the public trough. who am i kidding. i’ll stay in my little rodent hole in the dark and never see the light of day. The vomit covered hogs will rule forever…
do i win the award for Most Disgusting Piggington Metaphor Ever?
it’s justa more scatalogical way to express the sentiment that it’s best to buy when there’s blood — or hog vomit — in the streets…. blood sort of connotes that there was a healthy creature running around which somehow got senselessly killed. I don’t think that’s appropriate in this case. I’d say our system is more liek a bunch of hogs about to explode with dysyntery…
hey, why is this site called Piggington’s anyway? is it supposed to signify giant hogs?
