November 22, 2007
Today I read that turkeys – if they escape the grave of their ancestors at the beginning of November – have a relative short lifespan. This is due to their genetically modified chest size.
In a feathered holocaust, turkey breasts are being devoured by mammals as a burnt offering of thanks to God. It can’t really be important whether you burn it in a fire and then eat it or in an oven, stuffed with herb and spice, the idea is the same. Personally I thought this had been a Jewish custom but there you have it America as a whole has taken it so much to heart – except the turkeys!
After thinking about those breasts for a while and how they have been genetically modified I fell into a kind of trance or dreamlike vision: In Green Ville – somewhere in the land of promise – an extreme case of iatrogenic human suffering is calling attention to the civilized world. It is about a teenage girl; let’s call her Rosy, whose breasts won’t stop growing. Her parents given options as to breast size, hair colour and other secondary expressions of the human genome had insisted on added attraction to their girl to be born – they had themselves chosen her gender – The effect was that Rosy now a teenage girl of 16 had severe problems with breast size – “we cannot always guarantee that gene expression will not overshoot, but it is statistically very rare” says Dr. Rosenbaum. Here, for a moment, my dream took on a surreal character and Rosy appeared as a human body with her sad fate bulging under the head of a turkey. I shuddered at the sight while I admired the power in the hands of the medical profession. On coming to my senses and shaking off my prophetic vein I remembered that I am really concerned – and severely so – with the turkeys, not with Rosy; She was just my stupid uncontrolled imagination, such horror will never occur in a rational society but oversized turkey breasts for the lusty appetite are here to stay.