Rhinoceros Blood Pudding, Anyone?

How We Learn to be Afraid...

America, and The World, faces a dilemma. A long time ago, a really long time ago, when Man crept upon the firmament feeling it to be good and safe... until a huge lion challenged him... we, collectively learned, about cause and and effect; that which is true; that which is not true..."Don't pet the lion, Honey, it will eat you!" said the primordial mommie, cooking up a delicious bit of musk ox for her sweetie, (covered in feces and blood) Crater the Terrible...And soon they learned that eating dead meat infested with maggots ("Do you have rosemary and thyme?" I would request of the maitre d' or the pretentious concierge) would kill you, like the lion, just days later, though. So two concepts emerged: don't mess with lions; don't eat dead, maggot infested meat... fresh? OK... if it's fresh... Some argued around the campfire that if they did a certain dance and killed a rat and ate the intestines when there was a full moon, well, you could get away with it. (I am never going to their cave for dinner!)...but then they died.... but, then there were two academies of thought: dead meat is OK; fresh meat is better and safe. So now, all-knowing man, has two schools of thought... although one school can hardly be credited with organized thought...and the question becomes, is dead meat, infested with maggots, be safe to eat? At what table shall I present your gold-engraved and heavily embossed name plate so you would feel important? That, children, is Granpa Elliott's bedtime tale for this evening. "Who wants some chilled rhinocerous blood pudding before bed?"