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At the end of World War 2 a brigade of Japanese soldiers became stranded in a remote jungle region of the southern Philippines. They were cut off from all communications, unaware that the war had already come to an end. Months went by. The harsh conditions of life in the jungle played heavily on their psychological condition. Soon they had nothing left to eat. Hunger, desperation and fear spread through the ranks.
Fortunately, they soon discovered a lonely village, populated with Philippine hillbillies, not far from their camp. Of course the villagers were not exactly thrilled upon the soldiers arrival, but offered to feed them anyway, as they had a plenitude of vegetables. Actually they had no other choice: the hillbillies had no weapons, for they had no regional enemies.
Well this arrangement of being fed by the poor villagers in return for . . . well, nothing, functioned quite nicely for a period of time. The soldiers, however, grew tired of vegetables, couldn't look at another grain of rice either. And they began to hunger for meat, anything that even closely resembled a chunk of chicken, a burger, or a plate of ham. Yet there was not an beast in sight which they could kill; a least a beast that was not a hillbilly.
Thus the greedy bastards decided to dine at the village, or better, to eat the village itself, or better still, to eat the sorry fools that lived in the village. Yes, although there was plenty to eat, the soldiers turned to cannibalism. Soon their camp looked more like an open graveyard than a refuge for survival: there were pots of boiling heads, bones and skulls, and scraps of skin and hair. And if that was not horrible enough they even forced children to watch helplessly as they devoured the child's parents. It was a ghastly and gruesome scene of the most immoral and despicable acts of human conduct in the history of the war. In the end they managed to eat more then half of the villagers before they were rescued . . .
Afterwards the soldiers returned to normal life, some of them become doctors and respected pillars of the community. Many years later, as the truth came out, the surviving soldiers were questioned as to why they had eaten the people in the first place. The fact that there was plenty to eat, made it difficult, even for a cannibal, to understand the motive. Anyway the soldiers replied: "because we ran out of salt." That was all. Nothing more. The sole explanation for their heinous crimes: "because we ran out of salt."
Well, perhaps the villagers tasted like salted peanuts, and you know how hard it is to stop eating peanuts when you first begin, right? Yes, that explains it! Thanks Mr. respectable cannibal, now we have our answer. Tasty little salted peanuts, yum, yum . . .
Of course I am being cynical, yet there is some truth in it. For it is believed that human meat has a particular hormone in it that, when ones eats it, one becomes addicted to it, in short, one can not help but to become a cannibal . . . You figure it out.
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