November 25, 2004
On the Cornucopia
I've always been fascinated by the image of the cornucopia. Horn of plenty, indeed. The Harvest House restaurant had one on the billboard out front, and it always puzzled me. What the hell kind of horn is that?
As Google is our friend, I went a-hunting. It seems the horn is actually a goat horn, filled with food, fruits, and flowers to signify, of course, abundance.
One question: where do they grow goats that big? We owned goats, delinquent, restive ones, and I have detailed their tragic demise at the business end of my dad's shotgun along those runaway boy railroad tracks, but I don't recall any with horns big enough to encase a shoulder roast. Damn. Somewhere, someone is growing monster goats, severing their horns from their skulls, and feeding us a line about the fruits of the field. I believe it is time to boycott the cornucopia as a symbol of the Good Life. Even I find this sort of thing repulsive.
Cornucoipia my firm buttocks. I'll give you a symbol of the Good Life: Four more years of a republican-heavy gummint, a couple of SUV's in the garage, and a freshly harvested Christmas tree with a Great Spotted owl nest in it's boughs, replete with eggs. Goat horn. Yeah, right.
Posted by: og at November 25, 2004 8:40 PMBut how do you really feel, Og? As Nixon went to China, so the GOP will bankrupt the fuck out of us, those ham-handed bastards.
Posted by: Velociman at November 25, 2004 8:48 PMLOL! what gummint won't bankrupt the fuck out of us? tell me, I'll vote for 'em. Thrice, or perhaps more often. Still: the devil you know.
Posted by: og at November 25, 2004 9:07 PM