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Endangered Species: Cliven Bundy

22 April 2014 @ 08:40

And the Marlboro Men have no place to go
These favorite sons ain’t got no home…

The Marlboro Men, lyrics by Bob Belvedere

In their ‘noble’ quest to ‘save the planet’, the Kumbaya Left In America has, as is their habit, focused on the wrong living things that exist on the Fruited Plain.

No fish or tortoise or bird or animal is as important to the survival of The American Republic, to our precious Liberty and Freedom, than men like Cliven Bundy.

Victor Davis Hanson understands this very well, being the Grandson of two men of the same type and, in his latest column — though I don’t agree with other conclusions he reaches in other parts of it, Mr. Hanson he makes the solid case why we must do whatever we can to see that such men and Cliven Bundy survive:

Bundy is just different from what is now America — he looks different, talks differently, and dresses differently. These are the superficial veneers to someone who lives mostly through different premises from those of Pajama Boy nation, the world of Jay Carney and his cute Stalinist posters, the cosmos of Anita Dunn and her Mao gushes, or the metrosexual networking that is the gospel of Silicon Valley or the DC beltway. Few of us rely on human muscle anymore to survive one more day. Fewer of those who do combine that with horse-power, and its world of leather and wood and rope. Bundy is self-employed, without an SEIU union, a PERS pension, or a GS-15 health plan.

Given all that, I suggest Cliven Bundy is far more endangered than is the desert tortoise, and that his kind will be gone shortly in a way the federally protected tarantula and Gila monster or delta smelt will not. He, not they, is in the federal crosshairs. So, yes, I can make some allowances for the nihilism of Cliven Bundy. We could not live in a modern, high-tech world only of Cliven Bundys, but perhaps we cannot live in a world without a few of them now and then to remind us of what we have become.

Almost everything, natural and human, has conspired against these sorts: a hail storm that wrecked the plum crop two days before harvest, or a swaggering psychopathic neighbor who stole the irrigation canal water until stopped, or a no-good who filed a phony workers’ compensation claim for a stubbed toe, or an ancient wobbly grinder that sliced off a finger, or the thieving Packing Company that always sent back slips each year saying “45% cull rate,” whether the fruit was small or big, scarred or smooth, ripe, overripe, or green.

To be a cattleman in the Nevada desert in America of 2014 is to live on Mars, or rather to live among 24/7 enemies, human and animal alike. How a man survives from cattle ranching on leased land in the Nevada badlands I cannot imagine, but I wonder nonetheless and in that amazement wish to see him continue.

My cowboy grandfather, Frank Hanson, died at 80, while Reese Davis, my maternal one, died at 86, in a world where the former never, until his last day, went to the doctor after his year in a Belgium hospital (he was a Lewis machine gunner before the gassing [in WWI]), and the latter went just twice. Theirs was a pre-cholesterol-testing, no-colonoscopy world, in which you just chugged on eating the wrong food, getting up to hard physical work each morning until you “got a cancer” or “the ticker quit” and at your funeral the neighbors said “ya, he worked hard” and went home. I remember the oncologist saying to my father about his dead father, “Are you sure he didn’t smoke? Take a look at those burned lungs on the X-ray.” And my dad curtly answered the specialist, “That’s what mustard gas does.”

The point is Mr. Bundy is no Rahm Emanuel, Al Gore, or Jay Carney. He is no Jay-Z or Sean Penn. He is a world away from the Kardashians and the BMW meets Mercedes crowd of the California coastal corridor or the psychodramas of brats at Dartmouth. Bundy does not have the white privilege that those who have it — mostly liberal, wealthy, and seeking an apartheid existence — damn in others.

Money is not Bundy’s point. Pleasing Harry Reid or the federal bureaucracy is not either. Making a living from the scrub of a desert by providing people good food probably is.

Grant him that. He’s our past, Harry Reid and the bunch in Washington our future. To paraphrase the ancients, sometimes we’d rather be wrong with Cliven Bundy than right with Harry Reid — and the SWAT teams that will revisit Mr. Bundy and his clan very, very soon to enforce a dispute over grazing fees and insensitivity to a tortoise.

If Cliven Bundy is our past then The Republic is past and America will eventually become no different than any other nation. We will have lost that special quality that has made us the envy and hope of the World.

I disagree with Victor Davis Hanson about one point he made in the above excerpt — I disagree with it very strongly: Mr. Bundy is not a Nihilist.

The Oxford English Dictionary defines ‘Nihilism‘ as ‘The rejection of all religious and moral principles, often in the belief that life is meaningless’. The Nihilist hates Life, especially his own, and often seeks to drag everyone else down into his same misery.

Cliven Bundy clearly does not hate Life — he believes in God and, as is obvious, loves his family. He is Man. But he does not view Life through rose-colored glasses. He knows that Life is hard and often Tragic, that he and his fellow men are fallen creatures who can easily be swayed by the temptation to Sin. Mr. Bundy accepts Life as it is and how his life as a rancher in the Western Lands is going to be — hard, often relentlessly so. He asks for very little from his fellow men, only that they show him the respect due any American.

Mr. Bundy is willing to do a job that the vast majority of us would not be willing, let alone capable, of doing.

His type is one of the key support pillars that hold-up The American Republic. As Mr. Hanson writes: ‘we cannot live in a world without a few of them now and then to remind us of what we have become’. And, I would add, to remind us of one of the types of men it takes to preserve The United States Of America.

5 Comments
  1. 22 April 2014 @ 10:49 10:49

    Maybe what he meant by “nihilism” is how Bundy, and others like him, feel about authority and institutions. I just read a literary book by Maria Sadoz about a woman doctor in the western frontier in the late 1800’s. I’m truly amazed at their unbelievable grit and tenaciousness. I hate to think that men like Bundy are a dying breed.

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      22 April 2014 @ 11:33 11:33

      For as long as I can remember, people have been lamenting the decline of the Western, taciturn, manly man. If that is indeed true and the beta male is all that is left, then we might as well just all go and kill ourselves, because we will cease to reproduce in sufficient numbers.

      I think Hanson (and others) is wrong on that point. Not only are enough men getting fed up, but I think enough women are starting to realize that they don’t much care for the type of men they’ve created.

      • 23 April 2014 @ 15:47 15:47

        I would like to think that he’s wrong too. Sometimes I get a little depressed, but I guess I’m somewhat of an optimist when it comes to the people in this country.

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          24 April 2014 @ 08:09 08:09

          IMO, biology > fashion. Once enough women come back to their senses, change their minds, and realize that feminized beta males aren’t really that sexy to them, things will swing back the other way. Frankly, I’m surprised it’s gone on this long, but that just proves the power of politics and groupthink.

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