Devil Pig

February 2005

Wearing an apron sewn from strips of flesh flayed from the backs of republican presidents in the very deepest bowels of hell, this happy little demon waits eagerly for the arrival of one George W. Bush, so that his apron may be complete at last.

This meaty-looking butcher is a delight to look at, surely, but for some reason, the aspect I like the best is that silly little pig-head bauble with the bell in it jingling merrily at the end of his meat cleaver. What the heck.