Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Ed Abbey

Here's another hero of mine and some bumper sticker philosophy.



In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.

You can't study the darkness by flooding it with light.

The rancher strings barbed wire across the range, drills wells and bulldozes stock ponds everywhere, drives off the elk and antelope and bighorn sheep, poisons coyotes and prairie dogs, shoots eagle and bear and cougar on sight, supplants the native bluestem and grama grass with tumbleweed, cow shit, cheat grass, snakeweed, anthills, poverty weed, mud and dust and flies--and then leans back and smiles broadly at the Tee Vee cameras and tells us how much he loves the West.

The idea of wilderness needs no defense. It only needs more defenders.



I know my own nation best. That's why I despise it the most. And know and love my own people, too, the swine. I'm a patriot. A dangerous man.

The rich can buy everything but health, virtue, friendship, wit, good looks, love, pride, intelligence, grace, and, if you need it, happiness.

America My Country: last nation on earth to abolish human slavery; first of all nations to drop the nuclear bomb on our fellow human beings

1 comment:

Michael A. Lewis said...

Good words, good Life.

Hayduke