No society on this planet was
more fiercely protective of neighborhood privacy that the American frontier
rancher. It remains the consummate instance of Cowboy culture. In a place where distance and isolation bred wildly eccentric
personalities, live and let-live was the dominant social mantra.
Yet amidst this fierce independence, if one rancher lost his barn to desiccated prairie fire,
every man's uncle from a hundred miles around showed up, unbidden,
tools and materials in hand, to rebuild that barn within days. It was an extremely rare uninvited crossing of borders, but deemed an
essential element of preemptive survival.
There was one other exception. Just as
fierce and even more rare.
If word got round among young cowboys that one of their number was routinely abusing a mother, or sister, or defenseless animal, those young men tried a little
diplomacy in the form of a group sanction or two, or even three,
after church some Sunday morning. But if the abuser persisted in his
bullying, then quietly and rather mercilessly, without further
warning, perhaps during a festive community gathering, the abuser would
suddenly be discovered behind an isolated building having been
administered the beating of a lifetime.
This wasn't vigilantism. It was
brothers and husbands protecting sisters and wives.
So Barack, next time you have a
hankering to travel to Cairo, Stockholm, Beijing, or Bogota, tone
down the jesuitical apologetics and ramp up a little
brotherly love. Let the world know that unconditional sovereignty was an extremely useful step while the community of
nations learned to deal with strangers. However, since that time, the neighborhood
has gone global.
The neighborhood is Humanity. Earth, air,
water and morality flow and blow everywhere.
So try this speech next time Putin plays holier than thou with al Assad.
“No territorial ambition involved Bashir. No more wussing about property lines. Just a quiet little
message from one bully to another. You are still beating on your sisters. So, I'm about to bust every tooth in your face and there
ain't a fucking thing you can do about it.”
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