It’s a clever pitch for vegetarianism.
Born into the swine class destined for an urban luau, Stinkerbell and Tiptoes fortuitously stepped in shit, and wound up living high on the hog in Malibu. Never forgetting their roots, they were determined to bring home the bacon by emancipating their fellow factory porkers whose squeals futilely echo through the slaughterhouse chambers. They knew the deep-rooted corporatocracy among the Donkeys and Elephants would make the two-party system impossible to reform. Poised for mudslinging, they hatched the Pig Party, stumping for peas on earth, a free range economy, hay rights and white meat equality, under the banner “root for change.”