It’s People!!!
Rory Harper
I’m excited to be posting today because I’ve stumbled upon an idea that I believe will solve multiple problems that have proved intractable up until now.
First, there’s a terrible organ donor shortage that grows worse each year. People are dying needlessly, and I’m getting old enough that I’m fearful that I might be one of them. Considering the damage I’ve done to myself over the past decades, I’m likely to need a full-body transplant before much longer, and that’s not going to happen unless a lot more organs become available.
To begin, we need to make it so that organ donation is an ‘opt-out’ situation rather than ‘opt-in’. Currently, you need to file paperwork to consent to being an organ donor, and preferably to have this stated on your driver’s license, in case something abrupt and unpleasant occurs. This is completely ass-backwards. Research shows that shortly after death, most of us become unconcerned about what happens to our bodies. The default state should be ‘strip me to the bone, and then suck the marrow out’.
Also, according to the Mayo Clinic link above, about a third of consenting organ donors have their wishes over-ridden by relatives. These poor families are in the throes of grief, and shouldn’t be forced to make such important decisions at this juncture. It’s too much of a burden for them. Cut them out of the decision-making loop, I say.
According to this CDC table, about 0.8% of the
Let’s admit that many of these won’t be suitable donors, as a result of extreme age, endemic disease states, and so on. A quick glance at the CDC info indicates that probably only a third of the bodies will be usable. However, just this simple change to ‘opt-out’ will provide a massive oversupply of donors.
So, what to do with all those extra bodies, you ask?
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Here’s where the brilliant second step of my idea kicks in. I call it the ‘Modified Soylent Green’ plan.
According to About.com, the average weight for an American woman is 163 pounds, and for an American man, it’s 190 pounds.
With an average weight then, of the typical American, we get 175 pounds, times 800,000 bodies. This should render down to about 39 million pounds of usable meat each year, assuming that humans are similar to cattle in this regard.
And this is a conservative estimate! I honestly think that we could use significantly more of those diseased or otherwise damaged bodies if they’re prepared and sterilized carefully. This quality control is just the sort of thing that the USDA could easily pick up, since they’re already doing it with our current meat sources.
I know what you’re thinking: Them damn fundamentalist religious types will try to ruin it for us. I like to think that an updated version of Homer Simpson’s wisdom on the subject could prevail ideologically – “If God didn’t mean for us to eat people, why did he make them out of meat?”
Also, it shouldn’t be hard to, ah, incentivize their leaders to get on board with the plan. Let’s not call it bribes; let’s call it ‘love offerings’.
I mean, they convinced their followers to vote for George W. Bush. Twice! This will be a walk in the park in comparison. Furthermore, the Catholics already do that symbolic cannibalism thing during communion, so they’re already predisposed. And the atheists, who are a rapidly growing minority, don’t give a damn.
There are a lot of side benefits to my plan, some of which might be unobvious at first glance:
1. We can use the otherwise unsuitable bodies as fertilizer, thus recycling a resource that’s currently going to waste.
2. We destroy the corrupt mortician industry that preys on the shattered families of the newly-deceased. Massive savings for those families, as the average
3. We retain the use of land that’s increasingly being given over to cemeteries. Plots are getting more expensive and harder to find.
4. New culinary vistas open for us all!
It’s a commonly-held belief that people don’t taste good. But, let’s be honest here – that’s just old wives tales and propaganda put out by radical anti-anthropophagy organizations. How do you know whether you’d like it until you’ve tried it? Give me one good reason why properly-prepared people shouldn’t taste as good as the finest Black Angus.
I think once we get the Julia Child and Betty Crocker types on board, we’ll find that many scrumptious recipes will emerge. I have low-brow tastes, I’ll admit, but I bet that Stroganoff Peopleburger Helper ™ will be just as good as the formulation that uses cow meat.
I know that many people will have differing attitudes about eating their own dearly departed. Some of us will find it repulsive to eat our families. These people should perhaps auction them on EBay. Others will consider it to be an intimate, loving farewell, and they’ll be able to do so, after only minimal butcher costs, since they’re providing the meat.
Part of this subject needs to be addressed delicately. None of us, especially those who have children of our own, starts off being comfortable with eating the wee ones. However, my surmise is that their flesh will be much more tender than that of stringy adults, and will likely bring a nice premium on the open market. See Swift’s “A Modest Proposal” — which I believe he formulated insensitively.
Literary critique aside, I agree with Swift in that I’m all for capitalism on this subject. Another incentive for families to get on board would be financial. I think that human flesh, especially since it’ll be available in relatively limited quantities, will quickly become a gourmet item. Again, the death of a loved one is typically a financial stress for most families. Why shouldn’t it instead be a profitable event? Twenty or thirty dollars a pound doesn’t seem like an unreasonable price to me, though the only way to let the market find a balance is by putting my idea into practice.
It could be significantly higher in many cases. As an example, I suspect that many celebrities might go for thousands of dollars per pound. We all want to eat Britney Spears, for instance. And I suspect that the membership of MoveOn would collectively outbid anyone else in the world if George Bush’s corpse came up for auction.
On a more personal note, I can’t even imagine how much Eric Clapton would go for, but I’d be willing to buy quite a few tickets in a lottery for a chance at a Clapton-burger with a side of fries.
And, just to be pellucidly clear — completely unlike Swift’s proposal, nobody is proposing killing humans for their flesh here. That would be barbaric. They’re already dead anyhow, you know?
Heinlein had the right idea in ‘Stranger in a
I’m sure that there are many side benefits that I haven’t foreseen yet, but there are two that are most obvious, and they provided the initial energy for this post.
I was Skyping earlier this week with She Who Is Awesome, and she related how sick she was of being evangelized by Vegetarians and Vegans. They talk about the innocent animals and the cruelty, and how it’s immoral to eat them when we could subsist on nuts and berries. She and I take the Homer Simpson stance on this issue, needless to say.
Our take on it is that the V-word people are so cranky because they haven’t had a good steak for far too long. It’s like anorexics and their violently conflicted attitudes about food in general.
Under my plan, they can eat all of the human meat that they want to. Garnished with nuts and berries, if they like. The meat will have been obtained with absolutely no cruelty or lack of consent. And it’ll be free-range cannibalism. I’m sure they’ll love that, too.
That should chill them out and get them off our asses about the subject.
The final, and greatest, benefit will be the one that all of our faithful readers hold closest to their hearts.
Think about it: If we diligently eat and grind to fertilizer all of the newly dead, we can utterly prevent the next zombie infestation, which, as we know, threatens our entire civilization.
This alone makes the whole endeavor worthwhile.
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EDIT: And here’s the Texas-specific donor registry at Donate Life Texas.
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July 27th, 2008 at 9:10 pm
Rory
You are so dark…
I really like that about you!
Evil grin,
Valna
July 27th, 2008 at 9:53 pm
I do have correct you on one point: Micheal Valentine Smith was turned into a beef soup, not a pizza. A fine point, but an important one.
On to practicalities: any good slow cooking method should make the tougher cuts of older meat more palatable. Smoking, slow baking at low temperatures (250 degrees or so), stews and sooups, or pit cooking are favorites of mine. Texas and the southwest are experts at maximizing the use suboptimal cuts of beef; chili, beef fajita cut and barbacoa being the best examples. Proper spicing will help a lot too. OH, jerky would also be a good choice.
You are correct, though, this would be a good solution to zombie creation.
Richard S.
July 27th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
I’ve heard that mole sauce was created for long pig. Mmm, good!
July 27th, 2008 at 10:21 pm
Ah! Molé. I can write that correctly here.
July 27th, 2008 at 10:34 pm
Oooh, Richard and Will — I hadn’t thought about some of the more wondrous possibilities for ethnic cuisine with this plan.
We can have Tex-Mex with REAL TEX-MEXES in it !!!!
And, more hugs to Valna, of course. She and I may be getting a little stringy with age, but I bet cuts taken from the back of the arms between the shoulder and the elbow would still be tender, especially with Richard’s help…
July 28th, 2008 at 12:29 am
The process for making carnitas would very likely be a good way to prepare those older cuts (hey, I’m getting to be an older cut myself). Braising is also good too…
July 28th, 2008 at 8:50 am
Is this article in good taste? Or will it need seasoning? I’m dying to find out.
July 28th, 2008 at 10:25 am
By the way: Flanders and Swann were about fifty years ahead of Homer Simpson on this one with “the Song of the Reluctant Cannibal.”
“People have always eaten people.
What else is there to eat?
If the JuJu meant us not to eat people
He wouldn’t ‘ave made them of meat!”
July 28th, 2008 at 11:37 am
I hate to break it to you, Rory dearest buddy, but human flesh would not “meat” USDA requirements. We’re exposed to too much damn pollution during our lifetimes…
July 31st, 2008 at 8:56 am
Lordy, lordy, lordy. I suppose this isn’t the kind of thing you’re supposed to confess, but…
Used to have this warehouse job. It was extremely strenuous physical labor that used up a whole lot of energy
Well, I’d been in a bit of a mood and hadn’t eaten anything the day before. I’d been planning on hitting up the roach coach for a plastic-wrapped hamburger and a little paper boat of tater tots but the coach came and went before I had a chance to get my meal.
So I was really, really, really hungry. The kind where your stomach starts chasing your other organs around the old abdominal cavity. The kind of hungry that other people can hear.
And then I cross paths with my buddy Alex and the thought hits me that he’d be best stewed or barbecued — very lean, well-developed muscles, good flavor from all that connective tissue…
You know how there are these two cartoon characters starving in a lifeboat and one of ‘em looks over and sees that his friend has a big old ham for a head? It was just like that.
There’s nothing on Susan — she goes straight into the stock pot. Anthony’s sturdy but a little chubby, would probably do well cured — maybe smoke half, then do the other half like prosciutto or pancetta, just salted, seasoned, and dried. Melissa is a straight-up roaster.
It was awful. Everyone was on the menue even if they’d just wind up in soup or sausages. I actually found myself salivating a couple of times. I found myself blushing and unable to look people in the eye. It was like being a twelve-year old with an erection in public. Could they tell? Did they know they had big old ham heads?
Thankfully that only happened the one time, just another short-lived abberation. You don’t need to get nervous if you’re stuck in an elevator with me.
And there was a happy ending to the story. We served lunch at work and that day we had lambchops. I ate so many I was able to build a model log cabin out of the bones. I imagined it was Lincoln’s childhood home.
One last thing. We don’t say cannibal. The term is anthro-vegetarian.
July 31st, 2008 at 9:44 am
They have a 12-Step program for that affliction, you know, Sean.
I used to say I was a bovo-lacto-vegetarian…
July 31st, 2008 at 12:16 pm
Tried it. When I got to step three it turned out that my concept of God? As I understood him?
He had a big old ham head.
July 31st, 2008 at 2:17 pm
LMAO!!
July 31st, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Hmmmmm…. I wonder if that whole Lamb of God thing maybe has some meanings that we haven’t understood until now…
Though I’d personally prefer Meatloaf of God myself….
July 31st, 2008 at 3:38 pm
Dude, dude, dude!
It ain’t that subtle.
“Eat of my flesh, drink of my blood…” You can totally see the outlines of an old-school Sun King Kannibal Kult in the back of Roman Christianity. (Ship that to the British Isles and wonder why the Irish seem so crazy…)
I love/hate looking at people receiving communion and wonder who has a mouthful of raw human flesh.
The one time I received communion was some weird redneck church where the host was Cheeze Nips and the wine was Welch’s Grape Juice. Admittedly a step up from the Catholic host and Manischewitz. Still, it left me with the impression that Our Lord had a lot in common with a bacon cheeseburger.
And remember, a lamb is lucky to be sheared by the shephard — there are alternatives.