We’ve been having bear trouble lately. And with it came government trouble. Better said, it is government that created the trouble and has made the trouble worse – as government always does.
The bear has been literally tearing apart sheds – and coops – on my and several neighbors’ property for the past going on two weeks. The other night, my neighbor lost all 15 of his chickens after the bear ripped off the door to his coop, entered and had a nice big supper. I lost eight birds myself a few days before. The bear keeps coming back – for the same reason most people keep going to the supermarket.
It is hard to blame the bear for wanting to eat – and the bear has no moral sense. It is just a bear, after all. But then there is government – which also has no moral sense, though it is personified – made manifest – by human beings, who ought to have it.
Instead, they have power.
As manifested in the person of the game warden – a form of government worker who has the power to march, at will, onto what people delude themselves into considering their property and to forbid the putative owner of the property – who paid for it and is obliged to pay what are styled “taxes” to retain conditional possession of it, even if the place is entirely “paid off” – from taking action to prevent damage being done to the property he paid for and thought he owned, for that silly reason.
It is illegal, you see, to shoot a bear out of “season” – the government’s arbitrary declaration of the times when a property owner – ha! – is given permission by the property’s true owner to hunt on what he thought was his own land. Permission is not granted otherwise – unless specifically granted – even in the case of a clear and recurrent threat not only to the property but even to the putative owner.
A marauding adult bear is a fearsome thing. A male can weigh more than 400 pounds and – when standing – stands as high as seven feet tall. Surprised or aggravated, it can make short work of any unarmed person who ventures outside at night to check on that noise – on something trying to break into the shed. The obvious thing is to not venture outside unarmed – and to shoot the bear, in the event it attacks.
Where is this government person styled “game warden” when the bear is marauding?
As is almost always the case with armed government workers, he is not there to prevent the bear from marauding. Just as the government workers who wear black and cammo rather than green are invariably never around when other things that walk on two legs do their marauding. The victim of the marauding is expected – is legally obliged – to supinely allow the marauding.
You are denied the right to protect what you thought was your property – and even yourself. Both being the property of the government – in the eyes of government.
Perhaps the game warden will offer rubber bullets and give you permission to shoo away the bear in this manner. If it merely enrages the bear, better have more than rubber bullets on hand – and be prepared to deal with the results quietly and quickly. The bears are tagged, you see. So that the government workers know where the bear is and has been. If the last place the bear was turns out to be where you are, you will have some ‘splaining to do, Lucy.
For this reason – purely hypothetically, of course – it is important that the bear (his remains) find their way . . . somewhere else. This is no easy thing when dealing with 400 plus pounds of bear. Take a cue from Goodfellas – and avail yourself of a chainsaw and a tarp.
It may not all fit in your trunk, of course.
Humor aside, there is the not-funny aspect of this business – that being the government’s intrusion (again) into what is none of its proper business. The effrontery of the government, which sends minions out to the land you bought (and paid for) and empowers these minions, whom you are forced to pay, to insolently dictate to you not only what you may and may not do on what you thought was your property but also that you may not act to prevent damage to your property.
The game warden isn’t paying for the ripped-to-shreds doors (and birds) nor compensating people for the time and trouble of having to deal with it all. He isn’t guarding the property with the sidearm he wears – which isn’t for the bears. If you call him when the bear is in the process of marauding, he will take note of your call and perhaps show up later to have a look – long after the bear is gone.
The game warden is of course not concerned about the damage to your property because he’s not the one paying for it. He is interested in his power over your property – which is to say, over you. He is like the Sheriff of Nottingham, only more galling because at least the sheriff of Robin Hood fame didn’t make the poor serfs pay for the land they weren’t allowed to hunt on. It was clearly the king’s land – all of the land.
Come to think of it, the same’s true in our time, too. Only we’re allowed to fiction of being property owners – and expected to pay for the maintenance of this infelicitous delusion.
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