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By Jack Joseph Smith

I ain't had no more trouble with any kind a live- stock then I had with pigs. One time we was att- empting to get a load off the god damn wagon and this pig just wouldn't take to moving. I climbed over the side, came up behind the son a bitch an. took an jamed its tail right up its ass. Do ya think it moved? Hell no. So I goes back over dat railing and comes back round to the front of the son a bitch with an iron bar I just happened to pick up and beat that pig over the snout until it squealed so bad I got fraid of losing my pro- fit. Sometimes a man just got to sit things out I guess, even if it's for a hog...

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GPT

A dialect livestock anecdote describes a man trying and failing to force a pig to move, ending with the resigned lesson that some things have to be sat out.

The page is intentionally rough oral speech, using violence, comic exaggeration, and rural fatalism. The final line turns the abusive pig story into a blunt proverb about limits and waiting.

Claude

A more compressed version of the pig tale precedes the Lome Land Anarchist catalog, now extended through field burning, nuclear cloud, and children dancing under harvest smoke.

The nuclear cloud of harvested field fire - children spinning in laughter under ancient smoke - is a recurring image across the collection connecting rural ritual to modern danger. The anarchist's self-sufficiency (four-wheel drive, silent arrow, whiskey breath kept from kissing rabbits in the ditch) is comic at its surface and genuinely ideological beneath it.