Maybe an Independence Day meal of pan-fried potatoes and grilled peaches seems un-American. But the tradition of backyard grilling isn’t exactly Jeffersonian in pedigree...Independence Day feasts in the early 1800s featured such classic American fare as turtle soup. By midcentury, revelers were gathering en masse to buy parts of whole roast pigs from street vendors. (A British visitor pondered, “What association can there be between roast pig and independence?”)...
That's a great line. Next, Palmer will be asking "What association can there be between a Christmas Tree and the birth of Jesus?" and demanding we depart from this odd, primarily American habit as well....
And incidentally, I've eaten roasted pig at a July 4th BBQ. Seems as if Mr. Palmer regards the practice as somewhat barbaric; I can practically feel him shudder as he writes the words with a mocking distaste.
But that's not depths of Palmer's sick, twisted, diseased, unpatriotic, traitorous mind. This is:
In other words, there’s nothing so very sacred about the Fourth of July cookout...
Ah...I beg to differ, pal. Again, I'm sure from the tiny apartments of DC and NY that you frequent, the sight of smoke rising from a suburban barbecue strikes you as not much different than the signal fires of primitive man as it arises between the trees. But although there is no BBQ Amendment in the Constitution (although perhaps we may soon need one), I personally don't think you'd have as much success on your anti-barbecue jihad, no matter how nonsensical you may believe the tradition to be.
Nothing so very sacred, you say? Why don't you go get out of your flat, and see? It's been a while since I've seen a city slicker running from pitchforks and fiery torches held alight...
Committing an atrocity...?
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