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Now, the turkey is enormously fat, waddles not runs, can’t fly, and exists on an intellectual level that for all practical purposes is as debased an any vegetable. He has no enemies, any more than a cabbage or a carrot; his survial is guaranteed, until he goes off to that never-never land where he is converted into nice sanitary food and wrapped in clear plastic.
His brain has been bred out of him almost completely, since it has become irrelevant to Ids survival.
If Ben Franklin could see the turkey now, he would certainly withdraw his proposal, and probably hope that no one would remember that he’d ever made it.
I am sometimes reminded of the turkey when I regard largish numbers of my fellow Americans. For example, when I ride the subway. Or walk the corridors of some large Government organization.
While there are usually some members of my species among the crowd that appear still mainly feral, there are others who clearly belong at the domesticated end of the spectrum. Pudgy, poorly coordinated, glassy-eyed, vacant in mind and purpose, a cannibal might consider them more attractive than the lean and hungry savages that were the ancestors of all of us in the remote past— but the rest of us would have to think it over, to say the least.
It is worth pondering this perspective when considering the future of mankind.
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