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OK, here I am at the library, stuck, stranded. Took the car in to have the brakes fixed, wouldn't you
know it, they don't have the parts. Man oh man, I haven't been stranded with no way out for quite some
time.
OK this is the situation, guess I will have to just deal with it.

Fact, I have no money, 2 bucks, big whoop, that won't even buy a two shot espresso, I don't drink
regular coffee, too domestic.
Fact, domestic is back in vogue.
Fact no money, no friends, to come to the rescue, the words domestic and vogue are thrown from
my broke, stranded stuck lame situation
The story, I start walking, but where too. The court house, yea thats where I'll go, I heard
on the radio there was some vote thing happening. I'll lay up there until my lovely wife comes and picks
me up, in three hours. (thats the same lovely wife who reminded me I have no friends). Its only about a
half a mile or so. As I get close to the courthouse, I'm starting to get cold, what the hell will I do if its
over, I can't just sit in the courthouse like a bum. The other day I walked into the library, and saw the
bums lounging in the cushioned couches, reading. Ureka.
So here I am. And now for the real reason I am writing this.
While I spent an hour and one half waiting at the brake shop, I'm looking at magazines, guy types
this time. Field and stream. I hook into and article about cougars, wolves and a few other predators.
The gist of the read was, the amount of human sport game these predators actually kill.
Now I have heard before, a lion will kill a deer a week. The first thing that ran threw my head,
was 52 deer a year, no way, no way, no way. I kept that thought to myself cause the rancher that told me
that was putting me and a few other "stranded" fellows up for the night. I never forgot that estimate. Now
I read, it could be as much as one a day. Get this, in the article, the researcher asks the biologist, how
many deer the lions kill, the researcher says one a week, the researcher ask, how many lions, in the
area, the biologist says "thousands".
Now we come to the important part of this. Do the math, mister biologist.
Its this kind of loose talk that really screws things up. Most of the population, human that
is, have this crazy beliefs that biologist and writers know what they are talking about. Well they don't.
The biologist knows a protozoa, the writer knows math, neither knows jack about

logic. And with this combination the lions or the deer don't have a chance. Now couple in the fact that
the biologist needs his state funded tax paid salaried job, and the writer needs to sell a story, that adds the
lethality that not only are they idiots they could very well have an agenda that isn't healthy for anything.
So who wins, who knows. Fortunately there are enough idiots out there to counter balance the
first two.
I guess the part that bothers me is its all so unnecessary, if they would only listen to me.
So Think About That.