Opus 2019-135: Window Hunting

Our cat is a mighty hunter, at least in her own eyes.

She goes after scorpions.  She follows them across the rug and will act like a pointer when she sees them on the wall.  She finessed a snake and a lizard into the house right past my wife.  Yes they were tiny but they were real.   Evidently she will attack a pillow. 

Now she is hunting birds.  The problem is that she is hunting them from the inside of a window that she has no way of opening.  Her tail is twitching.  Her haunches are all over the sill.  Her fangs are showing.  And the birds are perfectly safe.  In fact they are flying loops past the window as if they know they are driving her crazy.

It made me think of us common citizens.  We think we are mighty patriots.  We have voted and written letters and maybe even canvassed neighborhoods.  And we sit at our keyboards posting and seething while the politicians fly loops past our collective noses.  We watch the circus going on in Washington, drooling in anticipation of the powerful meeting a jury that is not impressed with their schemes.  We all have lists of names.  We know there is evidence.  They are guilty.  They are also still free.  And they keep writing books and going on TV to flaunt their privilege. 

I am not sure how we can get outside the window and actually bring some of these birds down.  I am still rejecting violence.  Aside from the moral question of becoming judge and jury and the historic precedent of vigilante justice going amok, there is the reality we go to jail for things that get them book deals.  I can boycott Nike and Dicks but the left would love me to boycott elections and the political process.

Somehow we need to find more bang for our buck.  Meanwhile 2020 is coming and we have to hope that elections matter.  Vote the suckers out.  And will the last American out of California bring the flag.

homo unius libri