An ICONIC statement that has been uttered in alleyways and dark corners since the beginning of time. Are you BOLD enough to wear it in broad daylight?
“Today’s Pig is Tomorrow’s Bacon”. The problem with Police is that they’re usually stupid.
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“{…Hunter Thompson had learned about Sheriff Whitmere‘s growing paranoia from a friend in the states Democratic caucus, and that June, he headlined his wall poster #4 with the article, “Aspen, Summer of Hate, 1970… will the Sheriff be killed?” “The plot according to Whitmere,” Thompson wrote, “was for a full-scale invasion of the town. Several thousand drug crazed motorcycle thugs, led by the Hells Angels, would make a twin-pincer frontal assault… while at the same moment, the town would be blasted and terrorized… by well-trained demo-teams of Black Panthers and Weatherman.
It was satirical, the same rhetorical device he’d employed in his essay on the Derby; He exaggerated the threat against the Sheriff to punctuate the absurdity of the logic. Beneath the article, a Tom Benton graphic read: “Today’s Pig is Tomorrow’s Bacon.” In the final paragraph Thompson concluded: “with his job on the line and his public image sagging, a crisis atmosphere might be just the gimmick he needs to get back in the limelight… keep in mind that 1970 is an election year.”
The thing about satire, however, is that by using it effectively you’re pretty much setting yourself up for a fight no matter what: The people who get it – who understand what you’re calling them out on – also recognize how successful the tool can be when it comes to exposing the true nature of their intentions… which usually causes them to then raise the stakes. On the flipside, the remaining opponents – the simplest of your adversaries, those officials over whose heads the whole sardonic gesture is bound to fly – now tend to react, in turn, with an unabashed degree of horror and terror and ruthless self-defense; They can’t help but perceive at face value the threats you’d simply meant as comic exaggerations.
In this sense, Carol Whitmere, the region’s predictable basement-dwelling Lawman, was at best a Tool – a dangerous one, to be sure – who from the start was being manipulated by the people who had the most to gain from the town’s continued mass development…}”
– “Freak Kingdom” by Timothy Denevi