"Because the Navajos resisted the settlers who were encroaching on Dine’ homelands, the U.S. government ordered military actions led by Kit Carson and John Carlton with instructions to destroy Navajo orchards and flocks. There was much bloodshed and in 1865 approximately 9,000 Navajos were forced on the Long Walk of 300 miles to an interment camp at Bosque Redondo, New Mexico. Terrible conditions here caused the death of many people and their livestock. Some Navajos escaped capture and hid with their sheep in remote canyons of New Mexico and Arizona".While so many of our internet confréres and denizens of the blogosphere continue to happily occupy themselves with the latest titillating tidbits concerning the most recent political and social convulsions, police state machinations, riots, throne topplings, deteriorating economic conditions and general anarchy, Kushmonster has taken welcome and grateful leave of such endlessly convoluted and hopeless shenanigans and bugged out to an undisclosed remote location where we are presently occupied herding goats and sheep across rugged hills somewhere in the Rocky Mountains.
Though news occasionally filters through the vast and secluded spaces separating us from the perpetually discontented warrens of the civilized, we are generally well insulated from the current of events which once occupied and even dominated our attention. Instead, with a 1911 Springfield .45 strapped to his hip, our indefatigable correspondent Yardfarmer, in addition to milking and making yoghurt and cheeses and planting gardens on inhospitable hillsides, is tracking goats and sheep across the craggy and stony ridges which comprise his new domain.
Though he received the news of the badger game which snared "le grand seductuer", his nemesis and bete noire, Dominique Strauss-Kahn with a certain degree of jaded amusement and looked upon the idiotic and contemptible charade of the "killing" of el grand bogeyman Osama Bin Laden with his usual disgusted cynicism, Yard seems more than content with his escape from the increasingly constricted confines of both cyberspace and city life and has successfully acclimated his Great-Pyrennes/Akbash monster dog Cush to the ranch and herd of his new residence at the expense of only one dead Rhode Island Red chicken. Kudos to Cush.
The yurt from which we are presently posting is, as usual, being scoured by the relentless winds which regularly sweep through the scrub oak, pinion pines, ancient junipers, and mountain mahogany which cling to the dry and rocky hillsides in stubborn defiance of the harsh and sometimes pitiless environment. Almost as if in mute acknowledgement of Kushmonster's precipitate departure and clandestine retreat to our mountain redoubt, a Federal Agent recently visited the local food cooperative where the excellent selection of goat cheeses from the ranch are marketed and summarily demanded that all such "illegal" goat cheese be removed from the shelves. In addition the Fed capo make inquiries as to the origination and location of the facility which dispensed such dangerous wares which embody such an obvious threat to national security and proposed to come and inspect such premises.
Alas, such are the insane prerogatives of a government controlled by nefarious corporate and international financial hegemonic cartels which have as their agenda the suppression and ultimate elimination of the independent, creative entrepreneurial spirit embodied in this and many other singular local sovereign enterprises devoted to healthy, self sustaining and self determined living and culture free of the poisonous and restrictive control of the political and technological dictatorship. For the former we borrow a phrase from one our most notable modern satirists, Monty Python: "We fart in your general direction".
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