Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A Bull at the Edge of the Woods

I was hiking between Bellaire Drive and the Chisholm Trail Parkway along the south side of the Clear Fork of the Trinity River (la clara tenedor del río Trinidad) when I heard a swoosh through the riparian woods. 

I caught a glimpse of a cow moving at a clip from left to right; then, just as it was turning to glare at me, a bull. This bull.

Holy Zeus! Was it Apis, conduit to the gods of Egypt? Or was it Dionsysus or the Original Zeus, chasing after a nymph-turned-into-a-cow?  Or, perhaps it was Donn Cúailnge, the Brown Bull of Cooley, gone to Black?  
This bull is a fine symbol of today's American pickle, the Great Voting Pickle of 2016. 

El encierro will nearly half of American voters now Run with the Bulls in the shape of a man?  

Will the Trumpenproletariat drink Red Bull while indulging in fifty shades of phobia?

Luckily we may have an inkling, for a Sacred Bullhorn has provided the visible names of the first fifty phobic hangups of T-Bull-Woshippers: as evidenced in Cleveland on this very day and night: 

xenophobia, homophobia, neophobia, bogyphobia, hobophobia, sinophobia, tropophobia, porphyrophobia, kosmikophobia, bathophobia, medorthophobia, pantophobia, eurotophobia, xenoglossophobia, francophobia, hylophobia, zeusophobia, euphobia, stygiophobia, athazagoraphobia, lyssophobia, dikephobia, gnosiophobia, philemaphobia, geliophobia,  sophophobia, sarmassophobia, erotophobia, scelerophobia. psychophobia, selenophobia, euphobia, nudophobia, prosophobia, metrophobia, harpaxophobia, hellenologophobia, monophobia, spectrophobia, wiccaphobia, graphophobia, islamophobia, ecophobia, obamaphobia, hillaryphobia, fairnessphobia, compromisophobia, wisdomophobia, reasonablenessphobia and realityphobia. 

And if you don't believe it, see here for further cape-waving. Unfurl at your own peril. As for me, I will not be running with the bulls -- but I will be keeping my eyes on them, most assuredly.  I consider this one bull quite enough, as a sign and prelude to the shapes of things to come.

Today's Rune: Initiation.  


the walking man said...

Come August the cattle will begin to be rounded up into their herds for the big drive to November. I for one will stand upon the mesa and watch the drovers with whips and ropes move the herds and then, when I step into that cheap plastic rarely private voting booth, will make a choice.

Charles Gramlich said...

That pic makes me think of all the Texas based westerns I've read where they are rounding up the feral cattle in the brush.

Optimistic Existentialist said...

That is a beautiful bull...but I would not want to piss him off :)

thejspotjodi said...

Erik-My grandpa used to have a big bull and he was the BOSS for sure!