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SEPTEMBER 15, 2012 • www. aaalivestock . com
Volume 54 • No. 10
Where The West Ends by Lee Pitts
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NEWSPAPER PRIORITY HANDLING
by LEE PITTS
No Child Left Outside
– JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL
t’s hard to believe that there was a time in this country when Kentucky was considered “The West” and people in the east believed that California was an island. When Greeley told young men to go west there was some question as to where exactly that was. Remington said the West began at the high plains, some say it’s beyond the Rockies, while the official position seems to be that it begins at the 100th meridian. But the real West cannot be defined by latitude and longitude. You’ll just know it instinctively when the sky starts getting bigger and the towns get smaller. You’ll begin to feel more elbow room out here “where the pavement ends and the West begins.” The mountains will be taller, the rivers longer, the plants will have more thorns, the trees will be older, and their leaves, if they indeed have any, will be plainer. Tourists need not worry about finding a room during “leaf season” in the West. The roads will be straighter and the gas stations further apart. Out your window in the West you’ll see less corn and the beans will not be of the soy variety. The cattle will have to travel further to get a drink and the kudzu of the south will be noticeably absent. Instead you’ll see the proverbial tumbleweeds that pick up remnant cotton as
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“Some men are like the sky. The only time they are quiet is when they’re blue.” they do indeed, tumble across the highway. Easterners will swerve to miss them. You’ll see way more armadillos than license plates from Maine or Rhode Island and plenty of agricultural roadkill on the shoulder of the road, like squashed tomatoes and avocado guacamole, reminding you that this harsh land can
also be one of plenty. You know you’re in West when you’ve left the humidity of the East and start to see cracks in the ground, and in your epidermis. It’s dry out here where, in the words of one old-timer, “it’s 100 miles to water, 20 miles to wood and six inches from hell.”
When you’re in the land of Custer, Cody and the Comanches you needn’t look too hard for signs of Indians. There will be large reservations where cigs are sold, trading posts where easterners buy Kachina dolls and turquoise jewelry made in China, and that sure sign of Indians in the 21st century, the casino, where the Indians finally take their revenge on addicted white folks with too much money. Some foolish folks say the West does not even exist, that it’s just a myth. It’s true, the old days are long gone, but the landscape remains. And it’s out here where Mother Nature did her best work. The Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Bryce, Zion, Yosemite, the Redwoods, a New Mexico sunset, an Alaskan glacier and a pristine Sierra lake; they inspire and define us. Men continued on page two
America can’t trust the public trust by RON ARNOLD, Washington Examiner
n March 1972, in the case of Lynch v. Household Finance Corp., the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that “A fundamental interdependence exists between the personal right to liberty and the personal right in property. Neither could have meaning without the other.” For good measure, the high court added, “[T]hat rights in property are basic civil rights has long been recognized.” In December 1973, professor Robert I. Reis told a conference at the liberal Albany Law School that the public trust doctrine was “an elastic and dynamic legal construct” that could expand so that “private rights or future privatization of rights would be precluded or significantly diminished.” The public trust doctrine is the principle that the government holds title to navigable waters and maintains them in trust for the public’s reasonable use. The “elastic” part is what else besides navigable waters a lawyer can convince a court to define as being “cloaked with the public interest.” Reis gloated over the then-recent case of Just v. Marinette County. The Wisconsin Supreme Court’s ruling was “the classic example of defining the property right out of existence. The landowner’s only right was to use
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the land in its natural state.” Carol LaGrasse, founder and president of the New York-based Property Rights Foundation of America, attended that conference and wanted two minutes to rebut Reis’ presentation. Patricia Salkin — then-director of the sponsoring school’s Government Law Center — promised the time. “However, I was denied the two minutes,” LaGrasse told me, “and when I spoke forcefully from the floor, I was ignored. It was embarrassing, but I plowed up to the podium and critiqued the public trust doctrine. “I had to speak over booing faculty and trust fund students with fingers in their ears, screaming at the top of their lungs, ‘I can’t hear you! I can’t hear you!’” That 1973 episode remains the archetype of liberals’ “secret ego demanding to feel superior,” as science fiction author Frank Herbert once wrote. His legendary audacity bared liberals’ faux open-mindedness with this mocking mantra: “Only liberals really think. Only liberals are intellectual. Only liberals understand the needs of their fellows.” Two weeks ago, a California newspaper ran an op-ed titled “Restore public trust to water law” by San Francisco environmental attorney Antonio Rossmann. It began, “Trust. It’s the most severely
ny day now I expect to get a piece of junk mail that reads something like this: “Little Johnny took his first steps outside when he was only 13 years old. His knees were wobbly, a look of fear was on Johnny’s face, and he held his mother’s hand tightly as he looked up in the sky for the first time and asked, “Mommy, what is that big bright thing in the sky?” “That would be the sun,” replied his mother. “I’m sure you’ve heard about it on the Internet.” “And what’s that stuff blowing in my face that makes it burn?” “That would be the wind Johnny. Once we go back in the house you can Google it and learn all about it.” “Can we go back inside now, mommy? It’s uncomfortable out here,” said poor little Johnny. “Oh no, mommy, HELP! HELP! There’s something crawling on my arm!” “Don’t cry Johnny, it’s just a lady bug. It won’t hurt you.” “It’s gross. I want to go back inside right now! I want my X-Box.” Like millions like him, little Johnny suffers from Nature Deficiency Disorder (NDD), a serious disease that tragically affects millions of kids just like him. Won’t you donate to the NDD Foundation so that we can stop the suffering and so that one day our kids can once again go outside and play without throwing a temper tantrum.” Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but there really is such a thing as NDD and it’s all been caused by the government program, “No Child Left Outside.” Okay, so maybe I’m a little confused. That was No Child Left Behind, but NDD is a serious scourge across our land, nonetheless. So is something called Nintendonitis, which comes from playing Nintendo too long. Mostly it affects technosexuals, young people who love continued on page fourteen
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