Oh Landpoke, put away that gun . . .
 

The gray wolf is protected again!!!!!!!! All killing will be put on hold. Guv. Otter's "first in line" permit is inoperable . . . All hail activist federal court judges!!!

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/19/us...prod=permalink

Official press release from the Fish and Wildlife Service here:

http://www.fws.gov/mountain%2Dprairi...essRelease.pdf

The next time you're in Yellowstone and a pack of wolves eats your spouse and children, don't call landpoke.

I imagine we'll be protecting the Norwegian rat next, since we're protecting worthless trash animals.

LOL.

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or have the Eagle tell where he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the moutnain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Vanessa Williams? Vanessa effin' Williams? Oh man. Alright, you win this round. I'm speechless.

Hope you at least got a chuckle out of it, even if words failed you.

It did make me laugh. And I'm big enough to admit I had to look it up. Well played, well played indeed.