Chopping Block

A brilliant metaphor. Vividly graphic. All the political commentary on the chaos of the Indus Valley pales by comparison. Your following allegory accurately depicts today`s state of affair in that `Land of the Pure`.

[``...Deep down, the chicken knows it is dead, but because the head is lifeless and separate from the body, the body continues to run around as if it were still alive, still had potential, still had a future. And, in fact, if you don`t peer above the neck, the chicken still looks alive--it is moving really fast! But if you observe its progress, you will see that it is moving in random directions with no appreciable change in net location, and that it always seems to keep coming back to the chopping block. In fact, having tasted of the chopping block, the chicken now views this as its only alternative, its only way of dealing with a new situation. The lifeblood that is draining from the chicken is never replaced, but the chicken stubbornly holds onto the blood that is already there, as it becomes more and more encrusted, incapable of changing or responding to a changing environment, and moribund...``]

The axmen (as you said, any one is just as good as any other) have been at work for 52 years. How much longer before the chicken finally quits kicking and twitching? (It has already fallen flat and no longer `runs around`.)

...SR

Steven:

Bitingly original!

Say, were you the Commadant at the Hong Kong ChickenFest last year?

regards