In Celtic Ireland, not only were wild boars and sows held in high
esteem, but so were domestic pigs; and the swineherds who tended them
were credited with magical powers. Their herds of swine would have been
semi-wild, foraging for food in the forests of kings; the herders were
thus semi-wild themselves and imbued with the woodland’s magic. The Táin Bó Cúailnge and
other ancient texts tell stories of swineherds who battle each other in
contests of magic, or who utter prophesies at key moments in the lives
of heroes and kings.
Please fire me. Today I brought in a ham sandwich (I work in a hospital as a receptionist) and a man came up to me saying (exact quote) “Hey lady, could you not eat that disgusting peace of cr#p in here, my kid doesn’t like pork.” My sudden response was “If your kid doesn’t like it then he shouldn’t look then, should he?” After that the guy waited outside the hospital and slapped me when I came out after my shift.