“I mean, [our society is] very much like Nazi Germany,” Carson told Breitbart News, after declaring that we were living in a “Gestapo age.” “And I know you’re not supposed to say ‘Nazi Germany,’ but I don’t care about political correctness. You know, you had a government using its tools to intimidate the population. We now live in a society where people are afraid to say what they actually believe.”
Yeah, well, OK, a confession: I am NOT“afraid to say” that Herr Doctor Carson along with the entire panoply of his wingnut comradistanians are filled from toenail to treetop with something extremely putrid and smelly. In fact, he and alladem who smell really bad serve absolutely NO useful purpose on this galactic dirt speck other than to remind me of certain critters that, given the opportunity, could well manage something I cannot, i.e. to enjoy a lunch
with . . . ermm . . . OF . . . well, y’know. Like fer example, here’s two pinnacles of putridity, named Carson and Dubya, resp.:
So. Diversion anyone? Another world maybe? One where there is NO stupid? Where cool reigns? Courtesy of the best wildlife photographer I know, Denny Green, on his recent visit to the Desert Sonora Museum in Tucson, Arizona, a few shots of, in his words, “the best looking mountain lion I have ever seen.” Compare the qualities of soul implicit in this Puma with the lack thereof in either or both of the dudes shown above and understand the dramatic contrast between those pinnacles of putridity . . . and the GRANDNESS of other life on this earth!
[All Puma photos © Denny Green, Tempe AZ, 2014]
Reminds me of an old yarn about a pair of Puma brothers, one from New Mexico the other from Texas, who got together once each year in the hills near Carlsbad. One year, the Texas brother came limping back, ribs showing, and hungry. His brother said, “Hey, man, you look awful! What’s up?”
“It’s the damn drought,” his Texas brother replied. “Ain’t been no rain, so there ain’t no grass, no weeds, no deer, no cows, no rabbits, no nothin’.”
“Well, yah,” his New Mexico brother replied, “It’s been like that here too, and there ain’t none of any of them here neither.”
“Well, what the hell do you eat then? I mean, you look like you been eatin’ real good.”
“Yah, I do OK. I eat people. They’re all over the place, y’know, and easy as hell to catch cause they’re dumber than rocks even. Just sneak up behind ’em, jump, and there you go. Dinner. What, ain’t there no people in Texas?”
“Yah, them’re the things that walk on two legs but ain’t birds, right? We got lots of them. I’ll give ’em a try.”
So, the next day the Texas Puma headed home.
A year passed, and on schedule the Texas Puma came crawling back into the hills near Carlsbad. His brother spotted him and was shocked — nothing there but skin and bones; he was crawling on his belly, barely able to make it.
“What the heck’s up with you?” The New Mexico Puma cried. “You look almost dead! What, no food in Texas? No people even?”
“Well yeah, there’s people all over the place, but they ain’t worth nothin’,” the Texas Puma replied.
“What, you can’t catch ’em?”
“Nah, they’re easy to catch. They’re easy to sneak up on and all. But right when I jump to git ’em, when they see me it scares the shit out of ’em. And then there ain’t nothin’ left to eat!”
I suppose I could waste time elaborating on allathat, but really don’t see the need. The intellectual contrast between the Puma and most any wingnut AND most any Texan politician is almost unanimously clear and obvious (Wendy Davis excluded, of course).
OPEN THREAD — ALL PUMAS WELCOME!