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I somehow missed your comment when it first appeared, a phenomenon attributable, I ween, to the erratically-dependable idiosyncrasies of Joomla, nee TypePad.

Either that or I simply screwed up.

(Second horrifying thought of the morning: if someone who is mean is a “meanie”, I ween I just shot myself in the webbed foot. Consequently, and as you might expect, my succotash is wracked with pain. Must attend.)

But not before I “stay on topic”. Two old men were arguing the merits of their doctors. The first one said, "I don't trust your doctor. He treated old Zorak for a liver ailment for nearly a year, and then Zorak died of a kidney ailment."

"So what makes you think your doctor is any better?" asked his friend.

"Because when my doctor treats you for a liver ailment, you can be sure you'll die of a liver ailment."

“Then your doctor is a quack with a hole in his head,” the second man roared.

“Well, that part is true”, his friend admitted. “Seems when he shot himself in the webbed foot it ricocheted.”

One wonders, with the marshalling of our new "authorities" (PC police, food police, etc.) if they will start making the rounds as the KGB once did; in threes. That way they had one who could read, one who could write and the other one to keep an eye on the two intellectuals.

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Heartiest welcome back, Rolley!!! I've really missed you.

And I could get very accustomed to a steady diet of this, since it would mean you're around. Shucks, I'd overeat without being force-fed.

I'm delighted. I can sleep well tonight.

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Fair warning: Until anti-gavage laws are passed in South Carolina, you all can expect a steady diet of my “liver worst”; foie gras, as it were, fresh from my own pate. (And they say ducks have no gag reflex. Hah.)
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Dorcas and Nimrod in “Surrounded by Idioms”

Dorcas: Nimrod, I never really thought about it, but did you know you’re an idiom?
Nimrod: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. What did you just call me?
Dorcas: An idiom.
Nimrod: I don’t like the sound of that. At all.
Dorcas: Oh come on, Nimrod. Don’t you know what an idiom is?
Nimrod: I know what it sounds like.
Dorcas: Silly, an idiom is a figure of speech.
Nimrod: So is what it sounds like. And not a very nice figure of speech, I might add.
Dorcas: At one time ‘Nimrod’ was complimentary.
Nimrod: Yeah, well he prefers these days to be honest.
Dorcas: Silly, I’m serious.
Nimrod: And I’m not?
Dorcas: The name derives from Noah’s great-grandson who was a famed hunter. ‘Nimrod’ subsequently became synonymous for a man of prowess.
Nimrod: A man of what?
Dorcas: Prowess.
Nimrod: I won’t ask what that is.
Dorcas: Prowess; you know: bravery, strength, skill.
Nimrod: I’ll admit prowess sounds better than idiom.
Dorcas: Unfortunately, over time ‘Nimrod’ has come to mean something a little less complimentary. . .
Nimrod: Yeah, well don’t forget ‘Dorcas’ can be taken in a not-so-complimentary way, too, so let’s move on to some other topic why don’t we.
Dorcas: My, we’re defensive today.
Nimrod: Only reason to be defensive is because someone else is being offensive.
Dorcas: I wasn’t being offensive.
Nimrod: You weren’t?
Dorcas: No, not in the least.
Nimrod: Then why bring this up? Why call me an ‘idiom’, which sounds suspiciously a lot like ‘idiot’?
Dorcas: Why Nimrod, you silly, is that what you thought I was doing?
Nimrod: Well isn’t it?
Dorcas: Of course not, dear. I’d never do anything like that to you, any more than you’d do something like that to me.
Nimrod: I see your point. All too well. Ok then, do me a favor, Dorcas.
Dorcas: Anything, dear. Just name it.
Nimrod: Quit being idiomic.
Dorcas: You mean ‘idiomatic’?
Nimrod: Yeah, silly me.

I do eat grass clippings-otherwise known as bread. Sometimes I like animal corpses.

Right now I am having a good cup of burnt plant reproductive organs, smashed and churned in boiling water.

First, I want to thank Alan Eason for the best laugh/groan of the week! My dad was a Master Punner, and he'd have loved this!

Then, I want to take you, Kim, to task. You MUST know that liver is important--especially to a female's diet. It's also very tasty when prepared correctly. Try a small piece at first; if you don't like it, you can feed the left-overs to the dog (or, better yet, the cat who will adore you for it!). ;-)

Finally, I've never had foie gras, and never been interested in trying it. I do know it's a delicacy--and, a pricey one--among the elite. So, I'm on the ducks' side, here. I don't like cruelty to animals in any form, for any reason. Leave the poor animal alone, and go fill up on grass-clippings and tree-bark. And, don't let the tree-bark bite!

Lee, I actually don't eat liver or any other sweetmeat, as they call it. However, like you, I'm seeing tendrils of tyranny.

Wealthier Americans might be able to get a foie gras fix by traveling to a state which has more sense.

However, we already see one CA farmer forced out of business.

I can see chefs, farmers, and consumers languishing in prisons. Why? fixin' and eating ducky livers.

As one whose food is quite often handed to me through the car window (always asking for the healthiest choices, though), I'm having a bit of trouble getting worked up about this, Kim. Foie gras is not an option for me, and probably many others, in this economy.

I'm a bit surprised that California can afford to pay for the inspectors and enforcers for the ban. Maybe their state finances aren't in such a shambles after all.

And I know I should see this as a Niemoller slippery slope: First they came for the foie gras, but I said nothing because I don't like liver; . . . ; and finally they came for hot dogs at the ball game, etc. But this case hasn't been handled as the issue of smoking has been, in which almost two generations have been inculcated with the idea that it's an awful habit and therefore smokers can be literally kicked to the curb. I think these kinds of bans pressed into law by special interest groups have a short lifetime whenever there is little social support for them.

But I feel I should at least offer token support for the ban, in solidarity with Rolley:
http://images.wikia.com/looneytunes/images/f/fc/Daffy_duck.gif

Perhaps they could breed a new strain of ducks that are longer livers.

Yes, I can see why someone would want to ban French food.

Just so they don't ban the roast beef of old England.