Lawsy, so much talk about Teh Penis this early in the morning...
These mountain goats sound like they are natural republicants in that you can't have yours, but they can have theirs.
Ha. Goats. In India, there is this :
Monkeys attack Delhi politician
The deputy mayor of the Indian capital Delhi has died a day after being attacked by a horde of wild monkeys.
SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.
The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by.
The High Court ordered the city to find an answer to the problem last year.
Solution elusive
One approach has been to train bands of larger, more ferocious langur monkeys to go after the smaller groups of Rhesus macaques.
Obviously, everyone has a question or two :
Can we import these monkeys ?
Can anyone else see problems with training more ferocious monkeys as a counter-measure ?
What I wonder is, does Mickey Kaus deny blowing wild monkeys?
...but here in the state where it rains from October to June, we face down mountain lions with a shoe string and a match.
As a fellow Washingtonian....
I can understand the shoestring. But you also need the match?
Wussy... 
couldn't you take a salt lick with you and drop it nearby as a diversion?
...but here in the state where it rains from October to June, we face down mountain lions with a shoe string and a match.
As a fellow Washingtonian....
I can understand the shoestring. But you also need the match?
Wussy...
palamedes -
Silly silly. As you say, I'm a fellow Washingtonian. Of course I didn't need the match.
The match was for making an espresso quickly (rather than waiting for the sun's rays to boil water, or alternatively, to start a fire using any of the five different methods any Washingtonian is required to demonstrated as part of one's Driver's Test (and is spot-tested along with the smog-check for one's car, annually.)
The espresso was of course, not for me. I'd already had a double-shot at 3 am, just to help me sleep. It was for the Forest Service, so they'd be able to steady their hands to take the award-winning photograph of myself, holding the mountain lion in an aikido hold, thus teaching it the limits of its power and who indeed is the big swinging dick of the Cascade Mountain Ranges.
The match was a double-dipped-in-wax, fully water-proof weatherized match, part of my ten-essentials, never leave the trail-head with out them kit. I pack it along with my Blue Mountain espresso beans, and my espresso maker... the true essentials.
And a shoe string. As specified in the Washingtonian handbook for subduing mountain lions. Worked like a freaking charm, too, I'll tell you what.
Also I wore as I usually do, a wool shirt worn tails out, to spare the out-of-stater's the sheer shock of confronting a true Washingtonians' endowment in its native glory. Which obviously you would know. But that's just yet another of the many ways we Washingtonians are so considerate of other, less humble and self-effacing peoples.
*smiles sweetly*
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