Are you the parent of a “fur baby?” Or perhaps you have no idea what this means?
Simply, a “fur baby” is a domestic pet owned by the rootless cosmopolitan types whose primary instinct is to forsake the raising of children for the coddling of (typically small) canines.
“Fur-parents” lament the cost of raising a human child and the “impact” that bringing a new real baby into the world would do to the “environment.” While having a family dog (or cat) is quite normal and, in many cases, beneficial to the domestic structure, fur-parenting is a noticeable symptom of an underlying mental illness.
The fur-parent ostensibly loves dogs for their companionship, but their monomaniacal attention to their “fur babies” are beacons of virtue-signal for their ability to tell us normies:
Not to judge.
That we should maintain “positivity.”
To accept the flaws of its owner and to love all people “for who they are.”
That the pet’s—narcissistic—master is indeed “wonderful.”
Many such cases.
Thankfully, the further we retreat from the urban bubble, these psychopaths will affect our daily lives less and less. But, alas, these are the people that vote, and , perhaps not coincidentally, make up a good portion of the folks who write our news.
Keeping the long prologue in mind, it makes the latest backlash against South Dakota governor Kristi Noem even more bizarre. The Guardian reports that Noem includes a “bloody tale” in her new book “by admitting killing a dog of her own.”
Noem’s political instincts are spotty. She did keep South Dakota relatively “open” during the corona panic of 2020-2021, but the state has its legislature to thank, more so than the governor.
The governor notoriously visited, and even promoted, a Texas-based cosmetic dentistry practice, which is more than a bit confusing. Are there not veneer-installers in The Mount Rushmore State?
But now it is campaign season, after all, and it looks like Noem is trying to position herself as Trump’s running mate. The candidate list is long and undistinguished. Nevertheless, we can hope that most of the potential candidates have more gravitas—and backbone—than Trump’s first VP, Mike Pence.
Getting back to the “bloody tale,” though—and the tale remains as muddy as a pigsty in springtime—Noem had a family hunting dog, Cricket, who the governor says behaved like “a trained assassin.” Cricket killed a family’s flock of chickens, tried to bite Noem, was “dangerous to anyone she came into contact with,” and was “less than worthless … as a hunting dog.”
“I realized I had to put her down,” said Noem. She further noted that, “it was not a pleasant job, but it had to be done.”
In comparison, a fur-parent would drop an incorrigible dog like this at their veterinarian’s office and ask no further questions. A quick weekend trip to the breeder to pick up a new hound within a week or two would be perfectly acceptable fur-parent behavior.
When living rurally, though, it is often necessary to do things yourself. Sometimes hard things. Like euthanizing an uncontrollable and untrainable dog.
Consider. A family in, say, Texas adopts a stray dog. It becomes part of the family almost immediately. He protects his new people from predators, notably an attack by a herd of razorbacks.
The dog hunts for itself and, on occasion, for his masters, and becomes an all-around fun animal to have at the farm.
Unfortunately, one day the dog encounters a rabid wolf. The oldest boy shoots the wolf to save the dog, but the wolf had already infected the mutt with rabies during the fight. A death sentence.
The same boy who shot the wolf uses the same rifle to put his beloved dog “down.”.
As you probably gathered, these are the broad strokes of the plot of the 1957 Disney film, Old Yeller. Much like Star Wars, which came two decades later, is much more than a movie.
It is a cultural touchstone.
Hardly anyone from the Baby Boom generation or since is unfamiliar with the story of "Old Yeller," and the number of those who refused or were unable to shed a tear over Yeller's fate is strikingly few.
Those who never cried when Old Yeller died will indeed face judgment one day.
The early-90s country band Confederate Railroad—who have lately been shadow-banned and virtue-signalled out of the music scene by evil politicians such as Noem’s fellow governor, J.B. Pritzker of Illinois, for the imagined crime of racism-by-proxy—had it right in their 1993 single, “She Never Cried”:
She never cried when Old Yeller died
She wasn't washed in the blood of the lamb
She never stood up for the Star Spangled Banner
And she wasn't a John Wayne fan
Her baby blue eyes had the warning signs
That woman was bad to the bone
She never cried when Old Yeller died
So, do you think I'll cry when she's gone
Sounds like your typical, cringeworthy “fur-mommy,” no?
Say what you want about her politics or her shiny veneers, my money is on Kristy Noem bawling at the end of Old Yeller. Like it or not, those tears ultimately render her as one of us.
The jury is still out, though, on Pritzker and the “fur-parents”—the folks more likely to remain stoic at the end of the film. Perhaps just reward for these cretins would be their banishment from polite society?
It is only natural to disregard the opinions of fur-parents, especially when it comes to how a farm girl takes care of a serious farm matter.
As always,
Brian
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