It’s What’s on the Menu
“It’s what’s on the menu.” This was what Bennington couldn’t stop saying over and over all day yesterday. Like a mad bird, he kept repeating it to himself while he prepared for us a Thanksgiving meal. We’ve been inconsistent in the past about celebrating, not celebrating, protesting the holiday, ignoring its existence, and sometimes just getting Doritos and eating them together. It’s what’s on the menu. Of course we never eat imitation bird or anything resembling our own species, as we’re not pagan, nor savage, like your kind. Читать дальше...