Here’s a graphic account from the BBC of an incident in the Central African Republic where “a Muslim man had been murdered a few days ago, by Christians. His limbs were hacked off. Then one of the crowd ate the flesh in a public demonstration of cannibalism.”
[I]t began when the Muslim man was dragged from a bus….People started attacking him, kicking him. They smashed a rock against his head. They kept going even after he was dead….They set the body on fire. There were about 20 youths. They cut a whole leg off. Then one of them started to eat it. He bit into it four times and swallowed. It was raw, not burned.
I like drumsticks, myself, although usually better done than that. With Frank’s hot sauce. Yum!
The report notes that insofar as the diner is Christian, it is irrelevant that the meal was not kosher (presumably in case readers are concerned for the diner’s immortal soul). However, it gets worse:
But the most disturbing thing happened the next day. “Mad Dog” [the diner] returned, having saved some of the dead man’s flesh. He put it between two halves of a baguette and ate it, with a side of okra.
Okra? What — no fava beans and a glass of Chianti? Foodies worldwide are appalled.
I’ve always felt that one of the wondrous blessings human beings enjoy is our place at the top of the food chain. A steady diet of teevee nature shows — we’ve all seen leopards taking down antelopes and whole rodents disappearing down the craws of snakes — should be enough to convince us featherless bipeds that it’s a jungle out there, and our status (not to mention weaponry) spares us truckloads of cruelty and grief. P is for Prey, and nature is nasty.
Why does this make me think about Chris Christie at the Mastoris Diner?