You'll Get My Piglet...

...when you can pry it from my cold, dead hands. That goes for my brandied, rosemary porkchops, my barbequed short ribs, and bacon wrapped fillet mignon. And, anything else people think I shouldn't have because it might offend somebody.

They can have the chitlins and hamhocks though.

In light of this post by John on the subject, you would think that the British would remember what happened when they tried to take somebody's free speech.

Or maybe, it was the time after that...

In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip
>We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we fought the dhimmi British in the town of New Orleans

Well, we fired our keyboards and the Dhimmi's kept a coming
There wasn't nigh as many as their was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, I see'd Mars Jackson walkin down the street
talkin’ to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafayette [pronounced La-feet]
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
and the pirate said he’d help us drive the Dhimmis in the sea.

The French said Andrew, you’d better run,
for bin Laden’s a comin’ with a bullet in his gun. (NSFW)
Old Hickory said he didn’t give a dang,
he’s gonna whip the britches off of bin Laden and his Friends.

Well, we fired our keyboards and the Dhimmi's kept a coming
There wasn't nigh as many as their was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico


Well, we looked down the river and we see'd the Dhimmis come,
and there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
while we stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.
Old Hickory said we could take them by surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked them in the eyes
We held our fire 'til we saw their faces well
Then we opened up our muskets and we really gave them...

Well, we fired our keyboards and the Dhimmi's kept a coming
There wasn't nigh as many as their was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down,
so we grabbed another piglet and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind,
and when they tetched the powder off, the pig lost his mind.

We’ll march back home but we’ll never be content
till we make Old Hickory the people’s President.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans, (nsfw)
we’ll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.

Well, we fired our keyboards and the Dhimmi's kept a coming
There wasn't nigh as many as their was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the dhimmis kept a'comin.
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Make sure you get to Ala's and leave your pig/pork recipes for good measure.

Famous last words of a bachelor:
To be a pig, or not to be a pig...that is the question

Say no to dhimmitude! Free Piglet and help save the world from terrorists.