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Obama Throws in Towel on American Butchers

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As a free trade advocate, I find myself surprisingly disturbed to read that the United States has ended a 21 year ban on the importing of haggis.  On this Burns night when haggis is the dish of honor for families of Scottish descent, the haggis will not be American made.  The steaming concoction of sheep’s offal, oats and spices stuffed (by tradition) into a sack made of sheep’s gut was banned in 1989 when American officials worried about the dangers of eating offal.  How ironic that the Bush administration didn’t use the same zeal to protect the President from Japanese food.

Obama’s signal that he would be opening the door to the Scottish haggis industry was greeted as a victory by both Scots and free trade advocates, but with nearly 9 million pounds worth of haggis sold in the UK alone last year and potentially hundreds of dollars more sold world wide, I can’t help wanting some of that money for the butchers of the United States.   Why has President Oabama so callously thrown in the towel on the American haggis industry?  I know he would probably say that people don’t think of an American butcher when they think of somebody making a haggis, but before him they also didn’t think of a black man when they thought of the President of the United States.   Shouldn’t American butchers be given the same chance to succeed that he was?  Where is the stimulus plan for the American haggis industry?   I remain extremely disappointed in the President and his short sightedness.

Address To A Haggis

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy o’ a grace
As lang’s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn,
they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost! on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve,
Are bent lyke drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
“Bethankit!” ‘hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him ower his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank, a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread.
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a haggis!

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Written by thatsrightnate

January 25, 2010 at 10:17 pm

4 Responses

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  1. mmm! oaty offal goodness! I’m a traditionalist, and question whether Americans can truly re-create the old world goodness of real Scottish Haggis. I’d have to do a side by side comparison. I’d also have to be drunk and somebody would have to dare me to do it.

    wrecksracer

    January 26, 2010 at 4:21 pm

  2. A chance–that’s all American butchers are asking for.

    thatsrightnate

    January 26, 2010 at 5:12 pm

  3. Nate, Is Alan Grayson kind of cute in a Republican/John Wayne/Gipper kind of way, or is it just me?

    cecily

    January 26, 2010 at 8:17 pm

  4. yessss,,,its true that american,s are butchers, they have no mercy,,see at ,,,war in iraq, ,thair reality,,,

    abi

    May 20, 2010 at 4:22 am


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