I've been thinking quite a bit about cannibalism lately. This first came about as I've been watching many prehistoric movies lately in preparation for seeing the movie 10,000 BC. Movies like Clan of the Cavebear and Quest for Fire portray the most primitive humans as cannibals, whereas the more advanced groups, the ones that are less hairy, find that eating people is repulsive. I guess I'm sort of on the fence about eating people. As a kid I was infatuated about the story "Alive", where the rugby team had to eat people to survive after plane crash. And what kid doesn't love to reenact the story of the Donner Party? I'm sure I would have done the same, as you can tell just by looking at me and my full-figured belly that I like to eat.
Well, it turns out now that some of this blogs newest readers, my friends from the Democratic Republic of Congo and the Republic of Congo, have been eating their pygmy neighbors claiming that the little pygmies have magical powers that can be obtained through ingestion. Chasing short people for food reminds me of those pesky kids chasing the Lucky Charms leprechaun trying to eat his marshmallow clovers.
And this all makes me wonder if somewhere out there, right now, there is a pygmy running away from a cannibal and shouting "They're always after me lucky ARMS."
Sometimes I'm ashamed of myself.