Manti Te’o Syndrome
Magical Playgrounds
Metastasized ESA
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
The
question must be asked. What do Valhalla,
Carenhall, and Lennay Kekua have in common?
The answer is they exist in the
minds of mortal illusionists who have conjured up insanely narcissistic self
assessments of their importance. They are private places to go strut your
stuff. They are magical places where the mists are moved to reveal even more
magical realms of existence. They are mental playgrounds for dreamers.
Valhalla
was conceived as a majestic and enormous hall located in magical Asgard ruled
over by the god, Odin. In front of the hall stood a sacred, endangered and
golden tree, Glasir, and the hall’s ceiling was thatched with golden shields.
Those who were chosen to enter Valhalla were
honored heroes who died in combat fighting for important causes. The chosen
were led by valkyries into the kingdom joining other heroes. Half of the chosen
reported to Odin himself while the other half reported to the gorgeous goddess nymphet,
Freyja.
It was there the chosen could go
running au naturale through the Hall forever … and ever.
Carenhall actually existed. It was
ostensibly Herman Göring’s hunting lodge and grounds named after his own Fryja,
his late wife, Caren. The Nazi elite would gather and go running au naturale
through the glades and mystical haunts of Göring’s sacred hunting grounds. It
was there the big fellow collected his own perspective of what was best for the
environment. One such preference was a clinal variant of melanistic roe deer
from Spain.
It was also there he planned to display his looted treasures.
The ending of Carenhall came when
the Brandenburg
government demolished it along with Caren Göring’s tomb. They wanted no Nazi
shrine. The illusion was halted, reality was restored, and the world would pay
dearly for the diabolical deception of what those tyrants imposed upon the
victims of their crimes.
Lennay Kekua
Manti Te’o … vaunted super star.
The man with the exotic name was set to lead Notre Dame back to the magical
sports shrine it once was. He was everything the Gipper and Touchdown Jesus could
possibly want. A big, fast, smart, minority who could control the line of
scrimmage, strike fear in the hearts of opponents, and catapult love into the
hearts of adoring fans.
The problem is this man … this kid
… was elevated onto a national platform with an illusory propensity for endearment.
The secret place in his mind had form and a name, Lennay Kekua. She not only
never existed she was fabricated for sympathetic gain.
In every sense, Lennay Kekua became
the same fraudulent rendering as Valhalla was
to Germanic heroes and Carenhall was to the bloated ego of Hitler’s ‘fat man’.
It was all a lie, and that kid will pay for his actions the rest of his life. Regardless
of the process that will tediously play out in maneuvering to paint him as a
victim … he perpetuated a lie. His penalty is immense. If he survives the
national humiliation, he will still be labeled for what he is.
These hoaxes are defined and have names.
Those associated with these deceptions are in the process or have paid the
price for the creation of a nonexistent paradise. That may or may not be the
case of an infinitely more egregious hoax being perpetrated on real victims in
the West.
Manti Te’o Syndrome expanded
In a recent issue of a country
living magazine, a home owner in Maine
was featured. The home was located on several acres. The dwelling and the
associated land was a private paradise with hiking trails and seclusion. What
topped the image of that haven was the proximity of “10,000 acres of state
conservation land”.
Aha! Valhalla
is forming once again. In fact, we have entered into the realm of the newest
elitist fad. To have a second home in the sticks has long been the marker
distinguishing the movers, but to have conservation trust land next door
separates the real movers from the shakers. It means paradise. It is a glorious
cause!
The creation of conservation trust
lands is actually code for the creation of another golden tree of Valhalla. Wilderness is the gold mantle piece, and it is
being expanded under the same auspices as the Valhalla
shrine. It exists in the minds of the beholder, and it harms no one until it
emerges into the real world.
Ask Manti Te’o if he would now
rather have his Lennay Kekua perpetuated affectionately in his mind or in front
page headlines across this country. Likewise, ask the victims of the gray wolf
introduction in New Mexico
and Arizona
if they would rather have the reintroduction concept only in the mind of the
zoo tycoon who contrived the plan, or in their real life existence with the
wolf.
In 1982, the plan was hatched to
establish 100 Mexican wolves in the middle of 5000 square miles of wilderness
along the New Mexico-Arizona border. Today, there are just over 50 collared
wolves in that fantasyland. Hopefully, that must make the folks who need to
know there is a lonely howling wolf somewhere out there in the wilderness
appreciative of all the rural community hardship the program has created. If
that is the case, that means there is some justification for the conflict
because there has been no heaven on this earth created for those people who
face the real consequences.
The program has been a human
relations nightmare.
Recently, an announcement was made
revealing the program will be expanded. Letters were sent to local government
in the affected areas. The 5000 square mile recovery area is going to be
expanded to … 296,390 square miles!
It appears the Yellowstone
of the South, the Gila, imposes too many restrictions on the wolf’s success not
to mention its persistently troublesome human-wolf conflicts. The imagination of
the wolf planning team is shedding all form of modesty. They are stampeding toward
all or nothing. They are going to roll the dice. The entire state of Arizona, the entire
state of New Mexico,
and nearly a third of the state of Texas
will now become wolfdom’s Valhalla. Certainly,
there are qualifications, but, if the planners have their way, the new recovery
area is going to be gargantuan.
ESA metastasized
The Endangered Species Act (ESA)
has no conditions regarding the cost to society. It is a hammer being used to
destroy rural communities. Seemingly, all we can do is watch the process.
The citizens in the wolf recovery
area know they have no recourse for defense. Like the victims of past hoaxes, they
stand in a hailstorm with no shelter. What they have needed is the expansion of
their cataclysm to impact people who do have the means to confront the insidious
onslaught. This expansion offers that opportunity.
It will be interesting to observe how
important the wolf is to society when it starts competing for regional
management priorities with affluent municipalities.
Stephen
L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New
Mexico. “For the pragmatic among your ranks, the Canis
lupus baileyi price now equates to $625,000 per cuddly piece. Does that make
anybody mad?”
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