There once was a piggy named Brian, and his father’s father was a Thompson. And this little piggy went all the way to the market and won first prize at the fair. What a fine picture of little piggy Brian, the day he won best pig of the year. He ate and he ate until he threw up, but that did not stop little piggy Brian from engorging upon other people’s food. Such is the breed of pig a Thompson is, one who eats more than they could ever need and then some. It is a defect the Ancient Greeks called “Pleonexia,” but yesterday’s defects is today’s virtue, and thus it is now called being “Alpha.” But what the Thompsons or the CEOs of bloodsucking insurance companies do not know is that the world is growing thinner, and when people grow thin, so do their patience for fat greedy pigs like Brian.

I have no hate for pigs like Brian, the world is a stage, and we all have our parts to play. Such is the nature of this ridiculous play we call life; we need our villains like Brian to point and mock at when they fall. Nonetheless, when the poor come out in force and start to pick the over abundant fields of rotting corn, the wealthy will seemingly grow a conscience and try their best to suddenly appeal to the masses of mercy and brotherhood amongst men. Of course, this is all done well after the many years of exploitation and insatiable grabbing of resources from the top down. No, the world has run dry and thin, far too thin to quench the lowest of men from their thirst for blood. Pig blood is a delicacy in the Far East, it is an acquired taste, but anything can be acquired when people go hungry long enough, and I can feel the hunger tremble over a vast tide of faceless people, craving for something new. Let them eat blood.

-Vermin