Cowboy Confessional

Cowboys are “live and let live” kinda folk. We appreciate when others leave us alone, and try to reciprocate. A side effect of this a significant tolerance for weirdness, which is why I can survive living i the San Francisco area. In fact I find local critter watching to be rather entertaining.

The well hole of weirdness in the region is Berkeley. People not residing in these parts cannot appreciate the wholesale wackiness that seemingly originates somewhere on the U.C. Berkeley campus, and pathogenically infect most of the town’s population (and all of their city council). Ignore if you can naked people roaming on the streets because they feel clothing is oppressive. Chuckle as you pass city posted “nuclear free zone” road signs despite a couple of nifty reactors on campus.

But don’t ignore these two photos! They may say more about Bezerkly than anything tale I could tell.

This first pic shows a handmade sign from a tree protester. “What is a tree protester?” you ask? They are a bunch of kids who occasionally attend classes that their parents or California taxpayers have funded. More often though, they are perched in one of several oak trees the school intends to chop down. They have been climbing trees, slopping their urine on whatever or whomever was below, and in other ways reversing human evolution for a year.

Their sign communicates volumes about their suspect sanity, or a very least the lack of success the California university system has had in the field of education. The sign reads “Save the oak grove — overthrow government and capitalism.”

Ponder this for a minute … but only a minute, for if you think on it any longer your head will explode. American capitalism created such vast wealth that we can squander large sums of it to pay children to sit in a tree for a year, and these same children call for the overthrow of the source of their leisure. Not content to kill the cow that gives them milk money, they also demand the government that steals that wealth and redistributes it to matriculated meat-heads be disposed of as well.

In an abrupt moment of sanity, the school erected a fence around the oak grove and its neo-apes for the protection of people like me who enjoy visiting the zoo.

One complaint that cannot be leveled at the city of Berkeley is a lack of competitive zeal. Random citizens feeling threatened by the tree twits’ insanity have escalated the dementia wars, and the city government is helping.

The poor picture to the right — hastily snapped on a cell phone while traffic insisted I get out of they way — is of a City of Berkeley community police station (you can see the blue badge in the left window). The red splotch on the right is graffiti that reads “FOE”. This impromptu decoration was present for at least a couple of weeks.

It takes some world class cohones to tag a cop shop, and tell the world that the police are the enemy. It also takes significant moral sterility to leave the offense in plain sight and attest to a lack of law enforcement testes. But knowing Berkeley as I do, the department’s procrastination in cleaning graffiti off their front door was likely a attempt to not cripple the creativity of the artist. It is the nurturing nature of Berkeley to tolerate …. well, damn near everything, including shaved monkeys climbing in the trees.

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I had a disturbing revelation over coffee. This is more common that I make it sound, because instant caffeine awakenings are summarily disturbing. Today was a bit different though.

I was contemplating the the fate of Gillian Gibbons, a British teacher who volunteered to educate kids in Sudan, a place rightly known as Mother Earth’s Rectum. Islamic fanatics are calling for Gibbons to be killed because of the false claim that she insulted the alleged prophet Mohammad (she let her students name a teddy bear after their messenger). In other words, killing an otherwise innocent — if not noble — person was justified because Mohamed was “dissed”, the current colloquial for “disrespected.”

Assassination over affronts is of course absurd, unless you are in either a radicalized jihadist hell hole, or a resident of an American inner city. Apparently some local subcultures have the same attitude as Islamic extremists. They merely apply the theory to themselves instead of the founders of religions.

Google the phrase “shot disrespect” and you will find many instances where thugs and thug wannabes blasted another human for the sin of badmouthing. This sickness has grown the the point of social incluturation, as evidenced by the lyrics of certain rap songs (does “rap” stand for “Really Awful Poetry”?). The social acceptance of homicide over trivial matters is now actively encouraged …

In the Sudan, in Oakland, in Tora Bora, in South Central, …

It is time to declare that inner city thuggery is domestic terrorism, and take the same actions as we have overseas. The surge worked in driving terrorists out of Iraqi hot spots, and making the place as livable as it can be. Big city Mayors should execute their own surges and send gangstas to the same destination.

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