It's Instinctual to Act Like the Animals We Are

Watching the Beasts of the Fields
We watched a very interesting PBS teevee show last eve that pretty much convinced some of us around here that Bin Laden is an actuality, an interesting character, an enigmatic character, in ways, a character totally invented by us, but, like we say, we are convinced he's real now after this documentary--a well-done one, too, we might add.

We viewed this Bin Laden docudrama in our beautiful deep-underground, plush, walnut-panelled offices, one deck below Unka Dick Cheney's private bunker somewhere in the hills of the Old Dominion, the Virginia Colony--oh, I'm sorry, the State of Virginia, where anybody, even a damn kid, can go buy a military-type weapon, like a 9mm pistol and clips of ammo for it, without even showing ID or giving their name--"I'd like to buy a couple of those Glocks with let's say 10 clips of ammo." "No problem, sir. You look a little young--you sure you're old enough to own a gun?" "Hey, big boy, I been blowin' big game away by the tons since I was kneehigh to a grasshopper...." "Sorry, pal, didn't mean to insult ya; here ya go, here's your Glocks and, how 'bout we throw in a clip for free--there ya go, 11 clips of ammo--that's $100.00--er-ah, make that check payable to 'Mister Charlton Heston,' 'cause, you know, his is a remarkable story--even though Mr. Heston has no idea who the hell he is now--he goes around saying he's Tarzan and doing pretty bad imitations of the real deal, Bruce Bennett, the real Tarzan, ya know?, Mister Heston is still allowed to keep his arsenal of lethal weapons handy in his room--why, he even keeps an AKA under his bed in case he has to face a 1000-lb communist, atheist gorilla and blow it's damn head off in the middle of some night--'Oops, that was your nurse, Mister Heston.' 'Come on, pal, call me Tarzan, F that Mister Heston stuff. Give me that banana clip over there on that end table--I think I sense another god-damn commie-bastard-atheist-bastard gorilla over there in that corner...' 'Mister Heston...er-ah, Tarzan, that's your doctor....oh, Jesus...you blew his F-ing head off.' 'I'm still a crack shot-- and you'll take this rifle away from me over my dead body...er-ah, who am I again?' Isn't that a remarkable tale, sonny boy?"

Yeah, in Virginia, see, you can buy a 9mm automatic pistol and several clips of ammo and then, you know what you can do? You can walk right onto a college campus, enter a dorm, shoot a couple'a students--then mosey around for a couple of hours and then go to the Engineering Department--and while the dumbass Virginny cops are bumbling around tripping over each other over at the dorm--with eyewitnesses telling them that a dude was on the loose and they instead did nothing but continue bumbling (oh well, they're cops; they are expected to be dumb. Who else would want to be a cop? Especially in Virginia?) while the "shooter"--they love that term in the world of cops--walks right into the Engineering Department and has an NRA heyday--just F-ing around he blows away 31 poor V-Tech kids and then in deep supressed guilts he turned the 9mm pistol on himself, the smartass guntoting Wild West outlaw cowboy, and then blew his face off--so badly was his face destroyed, they haven't been able to identify him yet--I did hear a cop say he looked "Asian"--that's Old South for "Chink"--though without a face, how does a cop tell a guy's Asian or not? Of course, Virginny police are experts at profiling, so it did turn out to be a man of Asian descent.

So rejoice tonight Americans. We're blowing away Iraqis by the tons in the vicious and illegal war on Iraq--the domination of Iraq, the dominionizing of Iraq, the destruction of Iraq; we're blowing away Afghanis by the tons; and now, We are blowing ourselves away. Hey, by God, we have a right under the Constitution to bear arms--even though that amendment doesn't really say what we say it means, but hey, that's besides the point--the NRA says it's our right to arm ourselves against potential threats against our precious freedoms, like our freedom to bear arms and kill at will and with impunity. I heard a pro-NRA babe, evidently scared to death of even her own shadow, say that if the students and professors would have been armed there in the hills of old Virginny yesterday the shooter would have been pot-shot right after killing the first two students, a man and a woman, in the dorm--see? The students would have had the right to use their concealed weapons--which the shooter had a right to be carrying in Virginny, the Old Dominion state--where the white Cap'n got the sweet Injun-gal booty (Old Cap'n John Smith and "How?"-girl Pocohontas ("Me know how--the question is, when?" And Pokey got her man and died unhappily in Merry Ole England, some say of the pox)--where it's perfectly legal to carry a concealed weapon. Homeland Security ain't concerned about us arming ourselves. Why don't progressives form an army?

The teevee networks are proudly trumpeting this as the worst school-shooting disaster in US school-shooting history. This "Asian" dude with no face broke good ole Charlie Whitman's record of 14, good ole Charlie, from Fort Worth, same as Lee Harvey Oswald (also an ex-Marine) a couple'a years earlier, the ex-US Marine (our Marines are really proud of Charles)--he sat atop the University of Texas Library Tower (370 feet tall) and popped off people at random down on the streets and sidewalks below, his Marine marksmanship good enough that he was able to blow away 14 good Texans that day in 1966 (there's an old Atlantic Monthly short story about this incident written by a dude named Jack Canson). It is said, Charlie's good shootin' was the start of SWAT team usage by the cops in the USA. You can read a whole book about Charlie Whitman, the proud Marine, at the bottom of this post. Whitman, by the bye, was given a full honorable Marine funeral--his coffin draped with an American flag.

So be proud Americans. We are the most vicious people on earth. Watch our television shows--they are Hollywood's version of the law (They, the pure, the patriotic) versus the criminals (Them, actually We the People)--and during 4 one-hour cop shows on primetime teevee in one evening here's what I saw: on one show a dude was stabbed through the eye with an icepick--stabbed so hard and deeply the icepick point stuck in the tree behind his head pinning him to a tree trunk as though he were crucified the old Holy Roman Empire way. At the same time as this depiction of crime was happening, in another segment of the same show a woman was plotting with a dope goon to murder her husband, which instead of the dope dude doing it she did it and then tried to pin it on the dope dude.

In another show, there was an explosion set off by a "terrorist"--this was in Miami, Florida, down near one of those beautiful rich spoiled brat boy's marinas--where they park their yachts and cigarette boats and shit--you ever notice how boats are such a MALE thing--they even name their boats after their women (Uncle Captain's boat on the Cecil and Beany cartoon show ("A Bob Clampett Car--tooo-oooon") was the Leakin' Lena)--but anyway, that explosion in Miami killed at least 7 people--yeah, they were mostly Cuban-looking (meaning Latino-looking and speaking with Latino-snarling-outlaw accents--"Che, copper man, why don't you put this pistole up your ass and blow yourself to the Kingdom of Come.")--seven people, while in the other segment of that show a pervert dude was burying a young squealing girl alive somewhere out in the swamps near Miami (don't worry, through the Hollywood writer's use of coincidence, they saved the girl using a heat-seeking device from a helicopter).

On the next law vs. crime show, a mad bomber was bombing buildings in some kind of mathematical sequence so that a cop math genius (yeah sure) figures out exactly what this dude is up to and why he's doing it--turns out the culprit is a local deejay and his dad had been a mad bomber and the deejay son was getting revenge for his dad's being killed by the police by revenge bombings using his dad's bomb devices and these bombings to this cop math genius are traceable on a map, he figures out, and by God, when he puts colored pins on all the bomb sites, it spells out "Revenge"...such bullcrap--but 4 or 5 people were blown away graphically in that show. Need we go on with the other show?

We are predators. As Jung said, until we realize we are simply animals obeying our instincts (which we've turned into our legends) we will continue to act out our predatory instincts as cops, as killers, as soldiers, as CEOs, as MALES, and we will continue to prize firearms and collect them and polish them and display them and collect more of them and then one day--revenge has to be gained by one of the gun-toting wildmen we call Americans (and these guntotin' Amuricans are mostly MALES). There are over 200,000,000 (that's millions, folks) guns in the possession of Americans as we type this post up. Eighty people a day die from being shot in this country by handguns.

Oh, but, hell no, we ain't gonna do away with our right to bear arms and kill, kill, kill, kill, god we love killing, killing roaches, killing mice, killing wild animals, killing weeds, killing each other, children killing children, killing, kill, kill, killing, Kill Bill, kill, kill, killers, killing for fun and profit, kill, kill, Unka Dick with his shotguns killing, our soldiers with their high-powered AKAs and mounted machineguns killing, killing, killing, round after round of ammo, killing, killing, killing or being killed, and now the outlaws are fighting the outlaws and there is more and more and more killing, killing, kill or be killed....

Come on, be a great American dad, buy your kids rifles and teach them how to kill--hey, your girls, too. One thing Osama Bin Laden really hated about the British and American militaries coming and camping on Arab/Muslim soil and organizing with the intent of killing Arabs/Muslims--except in this case our enemy, Saddam, the Bathist, was also Bin Laden's enemy--was the fact that American and British had women in their troops--then the clever filmmaker showed a hot British woman soldier walking around in a tight teeshirt, looking damn hot--you know our women shake up Arab men something fierce, especially the blonde ones. (By the bye, Wal-Mart just took over the Fortune 500 top rank shoving into second the wonderful and benevolent Exxon-Mobil folks as the biggest corporation in the history of the world. Exxon-Mobil made the largest profits last year in the history of corporate (corrupt) profits, over 40 billion dollars; so no wonder the hillbilly hicks who run Wal-Mart are dancing jigs and clogs and shit to their best hillbilly music--while surveiling through their large spy network their employees, their stockholders, their customers, their advisaries. Poor old Wal-Mart; now they rule the world--the largest suppliers of worthless, cheapass Chinese goods in the world. Why don't We the People force this US-chartered (SEC overseered) corporation to move to F-ing China?--like Halliburton finally showed its true allegiance by moving to the Democratic Dictator-Sheikdom of Dubai. Revoke their charters and freeze their assets--that's what we're granted in the Constitution when it comes to US-chartered (all of 'em go to Delaware don't you know--you know why? The DuPonts rule Delaware, which means the DuPont Corporation...blah, blah, blah) corporations. Also, their patents are supposed to be controlled by We the People. Capitalism is a bitch when you're poor--or didn't you notice?

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for The Daily Growler

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