I Love the Smell of Jerky in the Morning. It Smells Like Victory.

The Alien Wars are over, and apparently we won!

It was with great trepidation that we approached the area in which the harrowing alien pursuit we described a few posts back took place. But it looks like the alien menace has been thoroughly subdued. And seasoned. And dried.

The truth is: they taste like chicken. Well, actually, more like beef. Which is probably because they were stuffing themselves with all those poor kidnapped cows.

We stopped at the local equivalent of a "Killing Fields" museum:
We were sickened by the evidence of the bovicide that had been perpetrated on our helpless cattle:

There were also on display pouches labeled "Cowboy Jerky," etc., but I couldn't bear to photograph them.

So I'm sure that some of you extreme civil libertarians will decry the practice of rendering our foes into harmless packets of meat, but I challenge anyone to say that they don't deserve it.

And we can all use a little more protein and caffiene in our diets: