Ahhhh. The sweet tang of karma with a cuppa in the morning.


As in “destiny or fate, following as effect from cause.”  (That’s an informal definition, not the traditional, more formal one of karma being what happens to one in subsequent lives as a result of actions taken in the present life.)

I went with the more informal definition as in this case, karma has caught up with Mr. Cliven Bundy…in this life!

Couldn’t have happened to a, ahem, nicer guy.

Arrested at the Portland International Airport, Mr. Cliven Bundy was on his way to join the protestors in Oregon.  To lend his support to his already arrested pair of offspring.  Now he can offer support on the best way to wear orange?


Finally, finally, he may be well on the way to being held accountable for his actions back in 2014 in which he made a big to-do about not paying his grazing fees.  Big kerfuffle.  Big ol’ mish-mosh.  Big ol’  pile of horse puckey if you ask me.

Complaining about the big, bad, mean ol’ gubmint who asks poor little ranchers (SNARK ALERT) to pay grazing fees.  Fees to graze cattle on land.   That’s to feed cattle folks.  Those same cattle are then sold.  For moolah.  So that supposed poor little rancher is not really so poor.  And makes a profit (or at least a living) from those cattle.

(The snark alert was for the “poor” ranchers.  I am married to a man who works his cute, little patootie off every damn day of every damn year on a ranch.  When it comes down to it, the bread and butter of our beef industry, the little guys who make it happen, work hard for not much.  BUT.  That doesn’t mean you don’t pay your bills.  Period.)


The ridiculousness in Oregon has played out like a really bad reality show.  Like Survivor (sorry mom).  Only in this case, the contestants didn’t get to vote someone out of their little cabal.  The choice was made for them.  The tribe is down to four wacko-birds (H/T to the esteemed Sen. McCain for that lovely word) now.  Supposedly being aided (and abetted?????) by a Nevada legislator.  WTH??

Seriously.  This situation could not get any more ridiculous.  Now we’ve got an elected Nevada official inserting herself into the drama, flying up to Oregon STAT, to lend her hand(s).

What evs.

Arrest the bunch.  Toss ’em in the slammer.  They would be horrified to know that for the most part, they are a laughable bunch.  They give the ranching community a bad name.  The folks who spend their days working hard, doing their job, paying their fees, keeping their heads down and going on about their business.  But playing by the rules.

This is a democracy.  Not an anarchy.  We have rules and regulations and laws for a reason.  This is the way this country was set up.  The flip side, the one where there are no rules and the big, damn gubmint didn’t exist to bother you?  Yeah, I wouldn’t want to live in an America like that.  That’d be the Wild West and the OK Corral on steroids.  Could you even imagine?

I say kudos to the authorities who waited and planned and let stupid do what stupid does.

Now if the same theory could be applied to the current crop of Republican candidates for President.

I am out of coffee so I cannot even tiptoe into the farcical tragi-comedy the primary season has become.  I’ll have to save that for another day.

Especially because the skiing should be good today.  I’ve decided it’s best to take advantage of the snow while we have it.  School?  Who needs readin’, writin’ and ‘rithmetic when there’s skiin’ to be done????

(Snark alert.)

Vaya con dios mis amigos y amigas.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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