Teddy's Bigfoot, Boortz's Mistake

What's better today, old scout? For me, it's that I memorized another sentence of John Galt's speech after about a week's hiatus. Tasha had bad news yesterday: she has shingles. It is no wonder since she is under constant stress. She is a person who goes from one crisis to another, and she never seems to get tired or ironical about that. Tasha had a very tough childhood, and I'm afraid that permanently being in a crisis gives her homeostasis. That is, she feels that is how things should be. I think she could change her thinking if she forced herself to find five "What's Betters" every morning, but if I suggested that I don't think I would be well received.
Another better thing is that after two hours of reading, I found the mention of a Bigfoot (though not by that name) in Theodore Roosevelt's The Wilderness Hunter. It was midnight when I came across it at the end of Volume II of the Elkhart Edition. An old mountain hunter by the name of Bauman told Teddy the story. A companion and he were trapping when Bauman was just a teenager. They were hunting for beaver in the mountains dividing thae forks of the Salmon River from the head of the Wisdom River. This would be in the Idaho-Wyoming area.
They set up camp, left it to set up their traps, and when they came back their leanto was destroyed and the camp trashed. There were footprints of a creature who walked on two legs all around the campsite. Later that night, Bauman woke up smelling "a strong, wild-beast odor," saw the hulk of a great body, and shot at him. The creature crashed through the brush in his departure. The two men trapped the next day and returned to camp to find their leanto destroyed and their camp trashed again. That night they could hear the creature moving around, uttering "a harsh, grating, long-drawn moan, a perfectly sinister sound." Bauman left his buddy in camp the next day as he planned to gather up the last three beaver traps so the men could strike camp and move on. He did not get back until sunset because a beaver had pulled himself out of the trap and gone into his beaverhouse. Bauman pursued him and tore apart the beaverhouse to get him. At camp, he found his buddy outstretched on the ground, dead with four great fang-marks in his throat. The footprints of the two-legged creature in the mud told the story: He had crept up behind Bauman's buddy as the man sat on a log, broke his neck, and bit him in the throat. Then the creature had romped around the campsite apparently in great glee (just as we have seen chimpanzees behave), occasionally rolling over the body of his victim.
Bauman left the campsite immediately, taking only his rifle, walked to where the two ponies were hobbled, and got as far away as he could before it became too dark to travel.
Yesterday I listened to Neal Boortz rant about his plan to save people in a flood or other catastrophe: He would take the richest people first because they are the most productive and would help rebuild the area the most. Now, Neal is a libertarian and an Ayn Randian. That is why I listen to him in spite of his crassness and sexual frustration. As a libertarian and an Ayn Randian, he believes in the sanctity of the individual and therefore the rights of the individual.
If you decide to rescue people on the basis of how productive they are to the community, you do not believe in the sanctity of the individual. If you believe in the sanctity of the individual, then you rescue people as you come upon them. You don't check to see how well-dressed they are or what kind of watch they are wearing. So Neal was going against his own philosophy and what he stands for. It is a pity that a man who pours his heart out evey day espousing libertarian ideas can't convince his two assistants, Belinda and Royal, who remain Democrats. The show would have much more power if his assistants could build on what he says in his remarks instead of tearing them down. As a libertarian and an Ayn Randian myself, I am grateful that I discovered the concept of the path of love and the path of hate as the two paths we take in life. It took several days of thinking and grieving about my life, finally seeing that I had been on the path of hate before I invented the concept. If Neal Boortz would use my concept, he would be much more effective. For instance at the Saddleback Church interview, The Teleprompter was trounced by The Patriot. One thing Obama, The Teleprompter, said was that he supported abortion, even partial-birth abortion. If you support killing unborn children, even children half-born, then you are not on the path of love toward those children. You are on the path of hate. Of course, Neal won't discuss abortion, but there are plenty of policies by The Teleprompter that show that Obama is traveling the path of hate, not love.
Keep your powder dry as you walk the path of love, my friend. Two-Guns at peternickerson12@yahoo.com.