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Former BUFF driver; self-styled military historian; paid (a lot) to write about beating plowshares into swords; NOT Foamy the Squirrel, contrary to all appearances. Wesleyan Jihadi Name: Sibling Railgun of Reasoned Discourse

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Terror in the Streets

I spoke too soon in my last post concerning how encouraging peaceful demonstrations in favor of work in this country contrasted favorably with with the growing violence and incitement to terror in France.

It is widely acknowledged that the common house cat is the most French of domesticated animals: emotionally distant and uncaring; interested only in what you can give it, not what it can give to you (unlike dogs, who love to please); and obnoxiously supercilious when grown, however cute it may be early in life. It's a perfect fit.

Well, our demonstrators of late may not be taking a French turn, but the common house cat may be. And this may betoken the subversion of our nation through means other than public outcry. Witness this tale of terror from Bluestate Connecticut:

A ferocious feline terrorized a quiet Fairfield neighborhood, to the point that residents are seeking help from the law to stop the so-called "Terrorist of Sunset Circle."

Lewis, a 5-year-old, black-and-white longhaired cat, attacked at least a half-dozen people on the cul-de-sac and even took on the local Avon lady, neighbors say.

"I was walking along the sidewalk when he sprang at me. I never saw it coming, but that's how it often is. He comes at you from behind, springs and wraps himself around your legs, biting and scratching," she said. "The last time I had three bites and eight scratches and I ended up at the walk-in clinic.

Solveira was so concerned about Lewis' attacks in the neighborhood of neatly kept homes off High Street that she placed a restraining order on him. It was the first time such an action was taken against a cat in Fairfield and possibly in the state. In effect, Lewis is under house arrest, forbidden to leave his home.

There is a simple Redstate solution to the dilemma: grab the feral little varmint by the scruff of its neck and decide quickly whether you're feeling humane or civic-minded, the latter evidenced by a sharp twist of the wrist, painlessly severing the creature's spinal column from its deranged brain.

We cannot expect such decisiveness from our Bluestate friends, however. They have ordered a court injunction against the cat--"it's the Government's problem!"--and are doubtless seeking a UN resolution to resolve the issue in a manner fair both to the local citizenry and the feral feline. Perhaps there will be a no-attacks for milk policy put in place (just don't let Kofi's son administer it).

In the larger sense, of course, this shows the relative helplessness of our Bluestateers in the absence of Redstaters to protect them--love the court injunction!--but it may also show how our own country may fall to muslim dhimmitude: perhaps now they're training the animals! I am fortunate that my own cat is a lover, not a fighter--much more Pepe le Pew (complete with scent at the moment), not a Lewis. But who knows what he's really thinking? "I wonder if he tastes like chicken..."


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