We’re all a part of it- all of us. Me, you, your Great Aunt Bessie. All of us. In a conspiracy to promote cannibalism at the Holidays. We watch, we cheer, we may even cry at the end when he, even he, the Grinch himself, carves the roast beast. The message seems so clear, but is it? I ask you again, is it?
Let’s remember, shall we, before the poor Grinch crumbled to peer pressure, and joined the Who’s in their fearful who festival. Before he sat with them, carving with glee at some mound of unidentified flesh. Remember the last item he took from the Who’s houses. What was it? What was this subtle, neglected, almost subliminal clue as to who the real villains were? It was a can of WHO HASH!
Don’t you get it? It’s there staring you, staring all of us right in the face! WHO HASH! OK, follow me here- if chicken hash is made out of chickens, and corned beef hash is made out of corned beef, then Who Hash must be made out of – out of- I can’t say it! Don’t you see? The Grinch was trying to head off a bacchanalian of Whophagia- he wasn’t the villain, he was a hero. At least until he gave in, and joined the self consuming throng below him. Dare we ask- what rough (roast) beast, it’s hour come round at last, slouched then toward WhoVille?
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