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.
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.
4 comments:
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.
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.
That is a beautiful bull...but I would not want to piss him off :)
Erik-My grandpa used to have a big bull and he was the BOSS for sure!
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