Join Date: Aug 2012
Location: Side of a mountain in New Hampshire
This here is war son. Them cows is trying to ruin every decent plot of land we have. They shite on everything and show us little or no regard. They offer no service, don't plow worth a damn, won't take the kids to school, won't even get out of the way when you need to pass. Just look at you with that evil conniving stare.The onliest things they are good for is dinner and protection from road rash. Also the wimminz does get certain attributes amplified with the right application of cow hide. Not sure that that is exactly a good thing on account of what it does to menz.
There is no way that Pop is going to give those scum a shot at evening the odds. Right now what with opposable thumbs and superior intellect and gunpowder, we got the drop on them. But running out in front of one is giving unfair advantage back to them and I don't want to give any of them the satisfaction of trampling even one of us. It's been hard enough getting them all penned in and corraled. We don't need a couple of drunks getting gored and then who knows what kind of dissident fervor that could foment.
You do what you want but I grew up on a cattle ranch and learned early that's it's us or them. They get no mercy from Pop. Institutional murder of bovines on a global scale I say and much like Vlad the Impaler, wear they skins and eat their flesh to warn all the others that we are not to be trifled with.
Mark my words.
Cross Country Tour.
We can't help it
We just keep moving
It's been that way since long ago
Since the stone age chasing the great herds
We mostly go where we have to go
That was written by James McMurtry