A Little Slice of Life
Where I live, raccoons are quite common. You will often see them dead along the roadways in various states of discomposure. And you will often see them alive as well, nosing around garbage cans and the like. Indeed, they have pretty much lost their natural fear of humans, and when they see you coming they will mostly take their sweet time getting out of the way.Just the other day, near my home, one of those bandido-masked critters came out of the woods. He wasn't doing much when I saw him, just sort of hanging out and sniffing the dirt at the bottom of the big cedar tree. I watched from my doorway. Right about then, I heard a cherubic young voice. A little girl, maybe four years old, had also seen the raccoon, and she was enchanted.
"Hi, kitty!", the apple-cheeked darling piped up, waving her chubby little arms enthusiastically.
She was not much of a zoologist, this young one, for she had mistaken procyon lotor for felis domesticus. In view of her tender years, such an error was understandable and even charming. But it was fraught with peril. Raccoons, you see, are wild animals. They have wicked sharp teeth, they are known to carry rabies, and you really don't want to get cozy with them. Yet little Goldilocks, waddling toward that glorified, ringtailed rat with squeals of innocent delight, was clearly intent upon so doing.
Now, picture yourself in my place. As a dutiful citizen, I had the choice to act in loco parentis, meaning that I could lay a firm-but-gentle guiding hand upon the little one, and guide her firmly but gently out of harm's way. Yet in view of modern reality, with the rabies of feminism and political correctness coursing through the social bloodstream, it was needful I should have a care for my self-preservation. Surely, the undue imputations that might be drawn should I, a burly adult male, lay hands upon a four-year-old girl, offered a wicked set of fangs in their own right.
It took me all of two seconds to make my decision. I would let the little girl have her rendezvous with the "kitty". So I went back indoors and sat down, and quietly thanked feminism for creating such a dilemma. A moment later the tragic screaming and sobbing reached me faintly through the wall.
Stunned silence in reader-land.
But lift yourself up, gentle reader. The ending to that story never really happened. In reality, the little girl's mother was standing nearby, and she immediately stepped in and dragged the girl to safety, admonishing her sternly: "That's not a kitty! That's a wild animal! Stay away!"Ah, thank goodness for mothers! Who the hell needs fathers, anyway?
posted by Fidelbogen at 5:25 PM
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Back when I was about 14-15 years old I spent a winter with two friends as a fur trapper on the Tuscarawas river. It wasn't anything like what you see in old westerns where heavily bearded and smelly mountain men lived in the wilderness in fear of wild bears and Indians. Instead we each lived with our respective parents, got up early, and waded into the river to collect our catch before going off to school. We were mostly after muskrats, but once we managed to find a racoon in one of our traps. The muskrats we caught were usually dead by the time we got to them. They would come out of their runs, step into the trap, and the weight of the trap would pullthem under the water where they would drown. However, the racoon was much bigger and stronger. It had managed to pull itself up onto the river bank where it proceeded to gnaw about halfway through its leg in an attempt to free itself before we arrived. it failed and when we got there it was still alive and full of fight. There was no way to free it without slashed to ribbons by its claws. So we were faced with a decision, kill it or leave it to finish gnawing off its foot. The choice was obvious, we decided to kill it. Our only weapon was a pocket knife and a hammer, neither of which could be used effectively from a safe distance. We cut a tree branch into a "Y" and chased it back into the water where we fought bravely to pin it down at the bottom of the river. We battled for more than an hour before it became so exhausted that it finally gave out. The hide was worth more than the rest of that day's catch combined, but we decided that it really wasn't worth it. We also decided that we would bring a .22 with us after that so we wouldn't ever have to fight such a critter again. It was without a doubt the single most viscious critter I have ever faced. That little girl was lucky that her mother was close by. However, I do understand your reasoning and can fault you at all. I would much rather face an angry racoon caught in a muscrat trap and try to drown it with a stick than to face a false allegation for attempting to save a child from that very racoon. With the latter being a very real possibility, I would likely have walked away as well.
TDOM
It is a shame that it has come down to this. I agree, with some reluctance, that the most prudent course of action in such a case is to quietly walk away. Sadly in today's feminist Gulag no good deed committed by a man will go unpunished. It tears at me but it is better to deal with my cognitive dissonance than be cast upon the sacrificial altar of misandry.
Some years ago I took a group of children free of charge on a nature walk with a teachers.
Two girls were loud and rather cheeky.
At the end of the walk the parents arrived. Not one parent said thank you for helping look after their kids.
The cheeky girl had picked up a large branch and was hitting my legs with it. The mother stood smirking and watching "girl power" was in the air and I surmised this was in the abrasive looking mothers mind when she said and did nothing.Her look almost seem to say " I dare you to defend yourself." I said nothing walked away and added another rotten experience and the deep well anger of similar experinces. Such as at friends house one day two young girls (nieghbours) enter his property and chatted to him through the window.
He was friendly and like him I like children and we were protective of them.
I sat on the doorstep chatting to these two children when a car pulled up and the mother glowering at me calls her kids over. A friendly guy - I waved thinking she knows my friend . The look said it all suspicion total hostility. WTF?
I told my friend he would be safer to chase these two children and having nothing to do with them as clearly you are a pedo until proven innocent, I have had numerous other
incidents that demonstrate amply the misandry engrained in society.
I find myself uneasy everywhere and crossing the street to avoid women of all ages. Some women notice and are suprised most dont notice. That withdrawal of men can only but grow. The real possiblity of a tragedy you mentioned Fidel
did happen in England A lorry driver saw a little girl wandering on her own he was concerned was about to help but aware he could be implicated as a pedo, stayed in his lorry the little girl was later found drowned
Your story reminds me of years ago in a factory I use to work at that went bankrupt. I worked straight afternoon shifts. I don't know how it started but in the spring, summer, and fall months the local racoons would actually come in the open doors of the lunch area and "beg" for food. The pack of racoons were somewhat domesticated in that we could hand feed them with no ill effects. They were sneaky buggers as well, it only took one or two times of not locking your lunch box up and having it raided by the masked bandits before you learned just how inventive they can be.
I have to say those bandits were almost like a family pet, I would also have to say that we all ( the aft shift employees) fully understood that those bandits were wild animals and we never cornered them nor did we make any sudden moves when in their company.
If I was in the situation you described I would be more concerned for the welfare of the racoons, all it would take is one call from a woman who never properly taught her child on what wild animals are and that masked bandit would be hunted down, in all actuality more than one would be caught and killed due to inept parenting skills.
I would also like to point something else out. I use to have a medium sized dog he was my hairy son. I only had one fear about him around kids and it was not that he would attack but that some dumb parent would have failed at teaching their child you don't poke a domesticated animal and expect it to not to react. So few parents seem to be able to educate their kids about common sense things these days and single mothers appear to be the majority of this failure.
Dannyboy
@Dannyboy:
Nowadays, under the feminist regime, MEN are the domestic animals which certain idiots (to their occasional misfortune) insist on poking.
Of the numerous maladies feminism has wrought upon modern society, pedophilia hysteria is the sickest.
@forweg:
Indeed. Possibly not the worst, mind you, but undoubtedly the sickest.
"Ah, thank goodness for mothers! Who the hell needs fathers, anyway?"
HY-larious!
Well played. Thank heavens for a mother WITH her child.
Are you sure you didn't actually see a unicorn?
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