Friday, January 19, 2018

Maybe We Could House The Homeless On The Bullet Train

LOL! Nothing matters.

I thought of that when I saw the video below and this news story.

I had thought I was inured to homeless encampments having seen what I thought was a really big one here in San Diego. That one in Orange County is simply mind-boggling. I recently saw what LA's Skid Row has become and it's far worse than Orange County's camp. California has the highest poverty rate in the country, above even the mouth-breathing, redneck, bigot states of Arkansas, Mississippi and Alabama.

That link, in case you don't want to visit it, takes you to an LA Times story about a massive cost overrun on the California High Speed Rail project. It's costing well over $10B to build the section from Merced (pop 81,000) to Bakersfield (pop 464,000). If you don't know Cali geography, those are in the sparsely populated center of the state. There's no purpose to that section of track other than to provide an easy win in construction. It turned out to be not-so-easy.

Then there's the return of the drought. We haven't built a new water storage or transport system in decades, so much of last year's rainfall was lost when it could have been stored.

Meanwhile, the state is going all-in on illegal immigrants and fought the tax bill which, in the end, will cause wealthy people to leave.

I don't know that anyone cares. This isn't on Twitter, doesn't involve President Trump and isn't racial, so who cares?

Basic competence at providing essential services and dealing with high-priority issues? Please! We have high-speed rail and the the fights against whiteness and the patriarchy to occupy us. We don't have time for anything as trivial as these things.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Canine Cultural Appropriation

I made Bangers and Mash last night. It came out quite well, but there was a moment of cultural conflict in our house as our smaller Chihuahua wanted to appropriate them.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Photos From Today's White Supremacist Rally And March In San Diego

Yesterday, Senator Corey Booker went off on some chick whose name I don't know and am too lazy to find. The topic was something about a place where they literally eat dirt, but Corey went right to the heart of the matter: white supremacists.

Here, Corey shows us all how enraged he was at white supremacists who use mild swear words.
I thought the whole thing was surreal. Even as his face began to contort in rage, I could see where his screaming was going to go even though the topic of eating dirt was seemingly disconnected from white supremacists. Further, as he yelled about crying over the s-word (or something like that), I wondered if I had heard it out of context. I couldn't recall a single white supremacist gathering of even a dozen of the creatures ever happening within 100 miles of me.

How wrong I was.

Things got real today in San Diego. Waving swastika flags where the swastikas were made up of tiny Confederate flags whose stars were even tinier swastikas, white supremacists gathered, marched, chanted slogans and terrorized the city. It was horrible. No wonder colorful people of color in colorful communities of color are living in fear. Below are the photos I was able to take as I made my way through the enraged mobs of Nazi racists.

I'll never see my home town the same way again.

The supremacists started their march here. You can't quite see how big the crowd was from this shot. It was probably a good 50% larger than it looks. I barely had time to use my coupons at Vons as I bought a week's worth of groceries, returned some shellfish that weren't fresh when I bought them the day before, rented a Rug Doctor and got a propane tank filled before I fled in terror.

Here, you can see them marching under their banners of hate. This is a lot more hate than I'm used to seeing in San Diego. It shocked me.

Even quiet neighborhoods were not spared.

More shots from the march. I tried to interview one of them, but he just snarled at me and walked on.

Peaceful, tree-lined streets in America's Finest City were turned into hellish scenes of hate-filled hate. It's hard to describe just how afraid I was at seeing them rallying here on this street. Tonight, I'm going to talk to my wife about moving to somewhere more tolerant and loving. Like Iran.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

I Love San Francisco

Actually, I love this video from J P. I had other things to blog this morning, but this is worth a share. I'll catch you tomorrow with something original, I (almost) promise. Enjoy!

Monday, January 15, 2018

Exxon Should Sue New York City

... because it would make a lot more sense than this.
The New York City government is suing the world’s five largest publicly traded oil companies, seeking to hold them responsible for present and future damage to the city from climate change.

The suit, filed Tuesday against BP, Chevron, Conoco-Phillips, ExxonMobil and Royal Dutch Shell, claims the companies together produced 11 percent of all of global-warming gases through the oil and gas products they have sold over the years. It also charges that the companies and the industry they are part of have known for some time about the consequences but sought to obscure them.
This has all kinds of problems. It would make a lot more sense for Exxon to sue them.

For one thing, Exxon just delivers the raw materials. As such, they contribute hardly anything to Global Warming Climate Change. If New Yorkers just left them in the gas station holding tanks, everything would be fine, but no, they have to deliberately pump them into their cars and then they drive around, on purpose, converting perfectly innocent hydrocarbons into CO2.

If I'm attacked by a knife-wielding maniac, can I sue Cutco for making the knife? I don't think so. It is the act which is criminal, not the weapon.

Second, who has more ability to influence the population? Is it Exxon with it's anodyne commercials during sporting events which, if they mention Global Warming Climate Change at all, make an effort to talk about how they are fighting it? Or is it the City of New York which runs public education and fills students' heads with whatever mush the prog activists are ranting about today? I'm going with the City of New York.

According to the National Council for Education Statistics, the average school day is 6.64 hours long and the average school year is 180 days. From Kindergarten to High School graduation is 13 years. That works out to 15,537.6 hours spend listening to propaganda from the City of New York or, more relevantly, 932,256 minutes.

Imagine the cost of buying that much air time to compete with the city's indoctrination campaigns. Preposterous.

I'm not even going to bother with the low-hanging fruit of the city's use of petroleum products in their various vehicle fleets. That's so obvious that it's not worthwhile.

There ought to be a countersuit in here somewhere, if for nothing else than for bringing a nuisance lawsuit against the oil companies.

After Exxon sued New York City into bankruptcy, many union members found themselves without jobs, pensions and opportunities for graft. That development was met with vigorous disapproval.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Coyote Gentrification

Out at my folks' house in North County San Diego, there's a pair of coyotes that have gone from scruffy, nocturnal beasts to sleek, daytime wanderers. They look more like normal dogs than any coyotes I've ever seen. They don't seem to be spooked by people or cars, either. Here's one of them as he or she posed for a photo. Enjoy!

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Oprah Winfrey And Farm Animals

At the Golden Globes, which I missed due to a previous engagement with drying paint or grass growing, I can't recall which, actress after actress arose to speak furiously against powerful men in bathrobes waving their organs about in front of young, vulnerable women. It was capped off by a stirring speech by Oprah Winfrey who thundered, "LIKE THE REST OF YOU, I WAS A PUSILLANIMOUS HYPOCRITE WHO, IF I HAD A SHRED OF SELF-RESPECT, WOULD CRAWL UNDER A ROCK AND DECAY RATHER THAN STAND UP HERE AND GIVE LECTURES ON SEXUAL MORALITY!"

Or something like that. Maybe that's what she should have said instead of yelling at the cameras, admonishing all of us to stop assaulting women in our offices.

When I heard a clip of her yelling at me, I instantly wondered who she thought she was addressing. None of my friends do this, none of my coworkers do it and none of my family do it. In short, I have no idea what she's talking about. If it hadn't been for the bejewelled farm animals slorping at the troughs in the banquet hall with her, I'd have never considered the possibility that anyone would do it. When they all rose to their hooves and cheered her, the effect was even more surreal, if that was even possible.

Then came the plaudits from the media, in whose offices buttons are installed under the desks of powerful men to allow them to lock young women in the room and assault them. You know, those buttons that have a paperwork trail and list of enablers who approved, requisitioned, installed and inspected said buttons and mechanisms.

To be honest, I'm more interested in the actual mechanics of the thing. Was it electric or mechanical? A bluetooth remote control solenoid, perhaps? Hmm. In any case, I don't think I've ever met anyone who has ever even contemplated having such a thing.

Then again, my male friends can find dates on their own and aren't scrofulous subhumans who attack women like trap-door spiders going after their prey.

In any case, I felt completely at sea when I heard what happened at the Golden Globes and saw the slobbering press reactions afterwards.

Then came the Haiti comment from President Trump. I guess he said it was a lousy place, in his typical, New York cabby way. The reaction was similarly weird. Everyone is having spaz attacks over it. Why? Haiti is a lousy place. The hysterical teenage girls in the news media clutching their faux pearls and fainting are the same ones who have done regular, somber reports from Haiti about what a lousy place it is.

What on Earth is going on here? For some reason, the Hollywood stars and news media think we're idiots and perverts just like they are. Unreal.

The most powerful and connected woman in show business had no idea at all what was happening. Right.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Pheromone Traps In Japan

Whenever I see the stats about Japan's population decline, there are usually economic excuses that go with them.
The Japan Family Planning Association interviewed 3,000 subjects about their sex lives (both men and women). The study revealed that nearly 50 per cent of those quizzed didn’t have sex in the month previous to the interview. 48.3 per cent of men had not had sex for a month (an increase in 5 per cent from 2012).

Most startling of all, however, was that 20 per cent of men aged between 25 and 29 – the period of a man’s life usually dedicated to the spreading of wild oats – expressed little interest in sex at all...

According to Angelika Koch, Researcher in Japanese Studies at Cambridge University and author of Manga Girl Seeks Herbivore Boy, the number of these carnivorous (sexually active) men has decreased since the economic downturn that hit Japan in the early 1990s.
Oh, please. Men who don't want sex of any kind simply don't exist, not in any real numbers. Males have been refined over millions of years to desperately want to mate. It's a science. It's called evolutionary biology. Your little economic downturn isn't going to overcome biochemistry.

Following up on yesterday's post giving links to various sex-related stories and stats, heavy on the growing weirdness in the West, I offer this.

How Mating Disruption Works (against insects or Japanese and Western men)

There are several ways mating disruption may work. Dispensers in the orchard might mimic a calling female, attracting the male to many false sources, or dispensers might release so much pheromone that the background concentration masks normal communication...

Habituation occurs when high concentrations of a pheromone inhibit the insect's ability to respond for several minutes or even a few hours. The effect is apparently on the nerve that fires in response to high concentrations but does not recover normally. Then, when exposed to a normal amount of pheromone, the nerve does not send the proper signal. Habituation could play an important role in mating disruption by making males less responsive for long periods after exposure to high concentrations of pheromone.

False trails: Unlike habituation or adaptation, this mechanism assumes the male moth can still sense and respond to the pheromone. If numerous sources of pheromone are placed in the orchard, male moths would spend time and energy following pheromone trails to false sources. If there were enough false sources, the chances of a male finding a calling female would be very low. Ideally, the false pheromone sources would be distributed evenly and would all emit about the same amount of pheromone as a calling female.
Hmm. Does that sound familiar? Try this.
What happens when all you want is some connection but can’t find it in society? Japan's unmarried population is at a record high. While the culture of staying single persists, some Japanese men are finding love in alternative ways: like dating fake love dolls.
You can't find connection with real women? Ha! Try "you want to get off, but don't want to make any effort." Or, better yet, our sex industry has outstripped (haha) the human male's ability to cope. Porn and sex dolls are the pheromone sources, emitting at volumes much higher than a normal woman.

In essence, we're exterminating ourselves. There's good news, however. Unlike gas chambers, since no poisons are being used, our new methods don't increase pollution.
The California Department of Pesticide Regulation, the California Department of Food and Agriculture, and the United States Environmental Protection Agency consider mating disruption to be among the most environmentally friendly treatments used to eradicate pest infestations.
Mein Führer, I have a new idea. If we just give the Jews sex dolls and lots of porn, we will be rid of them in a few generations and the world will see us as progressive and open-minded instead of the ultimate villains!

Thursday, January 11, 2018

The West Will End Not With A Bang, But A Simulated Whimper

A set of data points submitted in no particular order and without comment. See if you can spot a theme.


The survey was carried out by public broadcasters among all adults in Germany, but figures separating women's and men's answers were not released.

According to a survey, now more than half of the German population would not mind if their partner had sex with a sex doll or robot and twenty per cent are considering buying one.


Fertility rates. 2.05 or so is the population replacement rate.


In a section claiming Google tries to “stifle” conservative parenting styles, the suit reads: “Google furnishes a large number of internal mailing lists catering to employees with alternative lifestyles, including furries, polygamy, transgenderism, and plurality, for the purpose of discussing sexual topics. The only lifestyle that seems to not be openly discussed on Google’s internal forums is traditional heterosexual monogamy.”

A footnote next to the word “plurality” adds: “For instance, an employee who sexually identifies as ‘a yellow-scaled wingless dragonkin’ and ‘an expansive ornate building’ presented a talk entitled ‘Living as a Plural Being’ at an internal company event.”


Marriage rates in the US.


In fact, in important ways the social justice approach — which emphasizes the dynamics of power and oppression — that many fear has taken over the humanities and social sciences at its best is actually an improvement over the “disinterested pursuit of truth” and more in line with the Socratic method. In fact, rather than constituting an attack on knowledge, the social justice lens reflects new ideas generated by academic disciplines and experts within them, and generally encourages expanding our knowledge and opening up subjects to new perspectives, much like Socrates advocated.
H/T: Ilion.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

You Share Your Passions

... and if you're not excited to talk or write or read about something it's because you don't really have a passion for it regardless of what place it holds in your life.

Professionally, one of my jobs is to try to make the culture of my organization and others more collaborative by using a social networking intranet. Some units are active, some are ghost towns. Some topics get lots of chatter, others are totally devoid of content. I've spent a lot of time wondering why this is so.

In working on the eulogy for my father, who was an outstanding story teller, I realized that his stories were really just an opportunity for him to share his passions with everyone else. He told stories because he loved the subject and wanted you to see how fascinating it was as well. That's why bloggers blog. It's why people go on Twitter and Facebook and all the rest.

Tim is a great example of this. Insects aren't his job, nor is photography, but they are his passion. That's why he takes all that time to blog. His site requires a ton of effort. Each post has fabulous photography and a good deal of research behind it. Those skills weren't picked up idly, they are the result of a good deal of hard work.

Motivational speeches are all well and good, but if they don't mine a vein of passion inside the audience, their effects don't last long. If you want to know why some of your colleagues are the CPGH sort - Collect Paycheck, Go Home - it's because their passions lie elsewhere.

Yeah, I know, this wasn't a particularly interesting blog post, but I needed to write it. I learn through writing and speaking, which is one of the reasons I blog.

Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Buddhism: The Search For The Off-Ramp

First, you have to understand that reincarnation is a real thing. You are doomed to an infinite cycle of lives, which, even if you behave well, will be tedious to the point of suffering. It's not that you might come back as a worm, it's that you will come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back and come back again.

Buddha found the off-ramp. You could embrace hedonism and party on all the time, but that doesn't lead to happiness, only empty, temporary pleasure. You could eschew all pleasure and live as a strict ascetic, but that's just deliberately turning your life into a total drag. Instead, you need to pick the third way.

The third way is where you realize that pleasure doesn't matter. It's not that you avoid it, it's that you understand that it isn't real, not in the ways that count. It's OK to own things, but you don't let your things own you, to use the cliche. The best thing to do is live minimally, thus finding peace with life and the Universe.

At the end of such a life lies Nirvana, a state of nothingness. You'll have found the exit from the endless cycle of life and will cease to exist completely. Winning!

At least that's the way I understand it.

I think the minimalism part is pretty good. Plus, Buddha statues are just cool.

Monday, January 08, 2018

Football And Gumbo

... or, "Odds and Ends."

NFL Playoffs

Exhausted from several business trips followed by the holidays with the family followed by nursing my father through his terminal stage left me exhausted, so I layed around this weekend and watched most of the NFL playoffs. It's been a dreadful year for the league, with the idiotic unforced error of bringing politics (of any stripe) into the game and mostly horrible games every weekend. This weekend's playoff games, however, were excellent.

My Saints beat the Panthers yesterday, primarily on the right arm of Drew Brees. This year, the Saints have been a running team featuring the duo of Ingram and Kamara. The Panthers decided to shut down the run, whatever the cost and Brees made them pay. Below, Mark and Alvin let you know that daring Drew Brees to beat you is a bad idea.

I love sports and the arts because I love effort and excellence. I don't care about a person's politics as long as they don't shove it in my face. It was great to watch these two men, who have worked constantly for years to be good at their profession, show such respect for Drew. As I listened to them, I could easily imagine an interview with Drew where he said the same things about them. Beautiful.


On Saturday, I received The Ghana Cookbook. I love Southern, Cajun, Creole and Carribean cooking, so I figured I'd trace the sources backwards across the Atlantic and see what West African food was like. There are some single-pot meals and stews (gumbos?) that look interesting. I'll blog the results after I try them.

Summing Up 92 Years In 5 Minutes

I'm giving my father's eulogy on Friday. It's ridiculous to sum up nine decades of life of a Renaissance man in a few minutes so I'm just going to pull out a couple of themes that I hope the audience will find familiar. I'll post it here so you can offer critiques.

OK, that's it until tomorrow. Hope you have a great Monday!

Sunday, January 07, 2018

What If They Just Don't Care?

After yesterday's post on Oakland, which is a small subset of what I really wanted to blog about the terminal contradictions (read: outright lies) of progressive thought and progressive results, I spent some time, like I usually do, sifting through the locals' homemade YouTube videos to get a sense of the place. Something hit me for the first time ever. They don't care. They're not trying to get out, to improve themselves, to make it in society. They simply do not care.

Pondering that, I dove into a couple of popular sites this morning West Oakland folks might visit and wandered  through the comment threads. A few months ago, I did deep dives through similar Twitter streams. All of them were full of racism, sexual crudeness and explicit calls for violence. You couldn't read them and come to the conclusion that they were making much of an effort to succeed in a traditional way.

It didn't hit me then, but those data points all make sense under my new hypothesis. They are not trying to achieve the same things as their progressive betters. They can't be. It's too easy to accomplish the basic goals required to excel in America to fail in such huge numbers.

Baltimore was another tip-off.
High school students are tested by the state in math and English. Their scores place them in one of five categories – a four or five is considered proficient and one through three are not. At Frederick Douglass (where Navon goes to school), 185 students took the state math test last year and 89 percent fell into the lowest level. Just one student approached expectations and scored a three.
I know kids with learning disabilities who also come from bad situations who were able to score 4s. To only get a 1 on these tests means that for all of the years you were in school, for whatever reason, you weren't even trying. Yes, I know, there will always be some with such severe conditions, they will fail utterly, but 89%? That's not a red flag, it's 20 red flags and 18 submarine klaxons with 6 skywriters.

I read Charles Murray's Coming Apart and thought I understood it. I didn't. The divide is way wider than I thought. Most of us, we don't inhabit each others' worlds at all. I blogged about this video before, but I get it much better now. Sherriff David Clarke is one of those few people who have feet in both worlds. He's frustrated that those of us in the suburbs with college educations and plans to see our children succeed can't see what's happening outside of our bubbles.

I thought I had a better handle on it than most because of the charity work that I've done. I was fooling myself. I'm sure my Cursillo brothers who work in the prisons are much, much closer to that reality than I am. I'll have to run this idea past them and see what they think.

In any case, it's pointless to try and smooth a path for someone who has no intention of taking it.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Oakland Violates The Laws Of Physics

... or maybe just the laws of progressive politics.

Oakland is the most progressive congressional district in California.

It is in San Francisco County, one of the most progressive counties in America.

It is in California, one of the most progressive states in the country.

Progressives work tirelessly to overcome income inequality and racism.

Median incomes in Oakland for a selected set of zip codes.
94607 is heavily black. 94618 is heavily white.
Oakland should not be possible.

Friday, January 05, 2018

Sushi, Reef-to-Table

... or maybe not, if you, like me, enjoy fish in the ocean.

I've been searching for livecams to put on my TV as background at parties and made the mistake of thinking I could find an app for our Amazon Fire. Instead, I should have been scouring YouTube for live feeds instead. I came across a Norwegian train cam that was excellent, but this one is even better. It looks like what we see when we dive here in San Diego. If you've got any favorites, let me know in the comments. If not, simply enjoy.

Thursday, January 04, 2018

The Next Big Thing In Hipster Dining

... will be all-you-can-eat jalapeño buffets.

My two jalapeño plants are producing like there's no tomorrow and I'm going to open my restaurant soon. I'm going to make a killing! Just think how great it will be to have piles and piles and piles of jalapeños in front of you and be able to eat as many as you want! Hipsters will pay through the nose for this.

We're talking red and green gold, man.

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Living In A Madhouse

Your last name is Harrison. A few doors down the street is a fellow named Jack and his family.

Every morning, Jack leads his children in a few chants of, "Death to the Harrisons!" They also chant about the Weinsteins, but never about anyone else on the block. All of the hate is directed at you and the Weinsteins.

A few years ago, Jack deliberately poisoned one of your dogs. The dog wasn't in his yard or bothering him, he just poisoned it. Jack wears unique shoes. From time to time, you find his shoeprints in your front yard next to irrigation heads that have been mangled and sometimes flowers that have been hacked to bits.

Whenever possible, Jack complains about you and your family to the neighborhood council. You know he pays the kids of another family down the street to tip over your garbage on trash pickup day.

Sometimes, when you or your wife are driving down the street, Jack's kids get on their bikes and ride as fast as they can at your car, getting in the way, looking like they're going to ram you and then riding off. They don't speak to you or respond to your warnings when you try to talk to them.

Your father, who used to live with you, but has since moved out, did everything he could to help Jack and his family. When Jack's kids were arrested for assaulting your kids, your dad intervened with the police and got them released. Your dad even gave Jack a few thousand dollars, no strings attached. While your dad was in the house, it was impossible to even speak a bad word about Jack and his brood without strong denunciations from your dad.

None of your dad's efforts ever made a change in anything. The morning chants of "Death to the Harrisons" continued as usual and the attacks in the garden and upon your children went on apace. Now that dad is out of the house, you've decided to get tough with Jack and his clan.

Currently, some of Jack's kids are reporting him to Child Protective Services for abuse and have plenty of strong evidence against Jack. You've decided to offer the poor things what support you can. Dad and his friends are very angry about this and won't stop talking about how unreasonable and rash you are. It makes you wonder if the whole world has gone mad.

Some of Jack's kids have had enough of Jack.
Your dad's friends are saying you are wrong to get involved and none of this has anything to do with you.

Meanwhile, Jack and the rest of his kids still chant, "Death to the Harrisons!" every morning.

Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Farewell, Dad

My father died last night. He was 92. For the last ten days or so, he had drifted off, not eating and barely drinking anything. He died peacefully in his sleep. It was definitely his time.

The drinks post I did a few days ago was a scotch and soda I mixed for him that day. I sat with him, sipping a bourbon. At that point, he hadn't eaten in a few days, so a stiff scotch worked wonders, so to speak. I took that photo as a rememberance of nursing him through his final days. He wasn't fully cogent and hadn't been for about a year. I'm sure now, looking down at this, he loves it. It would have been his kind of thing.

The recent, cryptic post about redemption and forgiveness was from this experience as well. He made his peace with my wife after his own fashion and it is something she will treasure forever. That deserves a story as well.

I learned so much from helping him go through the process of dying. I had a couple of deeply religious experiences, at one point knowing I was being used by God through the process of loving my father. It was beautiful. Painful and difficult in many parts, but beautiful nonetheless.

My father was the most accomplished and intelligent person I have ever known. West Point, Class of 1949, Harvard MBA, graduating first in his class at the Air War College, flying B-26s in Korea and setting the record for truck kills by a B-26, two tours in Vietnam on the air war planning staff and flying combat missions as well, building a house nearly by hand after his retirement, turning to art after that, painting for 25 years with his oil paintings exhibited all over the place, serving on his local town council, working with the county government and on and on. He never could abide just sitting still. That was alien to him. He worked hard to become skilled at everything he did.

There's much, much more, but I will need to process it first. Below is a video of B-26s in action, based where he was, Iwakuni, Japan.Had I found this video earlier, he would have recognized much of it, I'm sure. He was a night attack pilot, so the scenes of planes in formation and daylight flying weren't what he did. He and his crew were sent out all alone to do what they could to the Norks' war machine. He told me that his given targets were anything and everything behind enemy lines. How's that for Rules of Engagement?

I'll stop here. I love you, Dad. I'm glad you've passed through this stage of your life. Dementia and physical handicap never suited you.

Monday, January 01, 2018

Black Eyed Peas On New Year's Day Will Make You Wealthy

Don't believe me? Consider this. More than 400 people will eat black eyed peas today and go on to have money deposited in their bank accounts by people not related to them within the next two weeks.

Think about it.

Don't throw away money. Eat some black eyed peas today.

Oh, and Happy New Year!

Update: This year, I made my Hoppin John with pork belly instead of ham, tasso or ham hocks. Pork belly is not smoked or cured the way bacon or hog jowls are. It comes out a bit bland, but the meat content is much higher than either of the others. I cooked it in bacon grease and added oregano and thyme to the mix and it came out excellent.

This one's a winner!