Yellowstone, DeSantis, and the land
Where it begins.
Dog barking in the night. Masked intruder. Dog says, “I see you. If you come over the wall or through the gate, I’m chewing your fucking leg off.”
Pitcher on the mound. Batter’s crowding the plate. Pitcher throws 97mph fastball close to batter’s head. “That’s my territory you moved into. Step back.”
6 ft. 7 230 pounder is driving to the basket. From off to the right, a defender races into the lane. Driver says, “This is my line of attack motherfucker, not yours.” Crashes into the defender, knocks him for a loop, then slams the ball down through the hoop. Ref blows the whistle. Shot’s good, and the defender is charged with a foul.
Man wakes up in the middle of the night. Hears a noise downstairs. Takes his gun out of a drawer in the night table. Goes down to the living room. A guy is punching out the glass around the doorknob. He opens the door and rushes in. The man shoots him. Three rounds, center mass. “Sorry, pal, no dice.”
Ron DeSantis builds a shield around Florida. No federal intrusion. No masks, distancing, business closures, lockdowns, or vaccine mandates. “This is our territory. Can’t come in, assholes.” So far so good.
DEFEND YOUR TERRITORY.
Everything about the Paramount smash hit Yellowstone fans out from the fact that one man is keeping his piece of land. No matter what. John Dutton is holding on to the Dutton ranch.
Whatever the developers want to do, or the Indians, or the feds, or old foes, or penny-ante pricks, or environmentalists, or vegetarians, or tourists, or skiers, or tax collectors, or climate changers, or members of his own family, Dutton is keeping the land.
When Obama said, “Bitter clingers with their guns and religion,” he forgot private land. Well, he didn’t forget. He didn’t want to blow the top off the op.
Flyover country, and especially the Wild West, presents a big problem to the federal government. It’s a big, big bucket of cow shit under the Christmas tree.
If they could, the feds would make a national park out of a dozen Western states and be done with them.
In Yellowstone, giant land developer and all-around octopus, Market Equities, is acting as a proxy for the feds. If ski resorts and airports and hotels and casinos and condos and mega-shopping malls are built, property taxes go through the roof and the independent ranchers go broke and have to sell out.