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McClintocks’ Saloon and Dining House Syndrome
Quest for Reservations
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
2020 Thanksgiving
thoughts and outcome did it.
Our
government did its level best to disrupt a vestige of our personal life that
should best be left for us to decide. Thanksgiving is ours to make decisions
over and the edicts of authority should stay the hell away from of our
firesides. They are not welcome.
For reasons
left unsaid, the thought of the ambiance of McClintock’s up there high on the
slope above the freeway and overlooking Pismo Beach and the ocean best
describes the rationale. It is one of the nation’s great steak houses, and, as
a saloon, it is pretty fair to middlin’, too.
Tourists
and locals love it.
It is a
walk back into the ranching heritage of the Central Coast of California. It is
a sanctuary of wine and spirits mixed with beef, chinks, Garcia bits, finished
horses, Ortega museum quality braiding, Visalia stock saddles, and the mystery
of some of the finest cow country in the entire world.
It is also
a showplace of American contradiction. Fully on display is an era, a lifestyle,
and a period of independence that regulatory burdens have sought to destroy.
Only when it is gone or crippled does
it become fashionable to embrace and glorify in memory.
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Cochise was certainly aware of the phenomena.
He demonstrated what humans
invariably do when exposed to open hostilities. Pressed by enemies he protected
his family and his administrative borders. Given the latitude of independence,
he elevated his actions into deadly enforcement. Time had reinforced the
conditions of reality and he learned he had to play for keeps. By no means
could he be classified as benevolent or courteous to a greater world. Likewise,
he cannot be classified as a shrinking violet that got his great and just
punishment from a similarly benevolent United States government.
Promises made to him and his people
were set aside when gold, demands by immigrants for protection, and a southern
railroad route superseded the hallowed words of the great white father. He
fought for his lifestyle and he lost.
He didn’t have the numbers.
The same thing happened elsewhere
as settlers continued to rain down across the landscape and demanded protection
from their Washington leadership. In every case, issues of economics or
political expediency prevailed. Words, in every case, were conditional until
the veil of some evolving truth was lifted.
The native Americans didn’t have
the numbers.
Quest for Reservations
The ranching industry in the federal
West continues to find common ground with real and perceived past foes, similarly.
The storyline is as tedious as it is predictable.
The great white father and his
ensemble of statesmen offered incentives as long as there was useful purpose
and then systematically withdrew the conditions of freedom as the next
circuitous tumult was revealed. The issues weren’t just gold or railroad routes,
either.
They were and have become
theoretical and much as physical.
Consider the plight of the timber
industry. The spotted owl must be considered a modern proxy for gold across
western forests. The characters staking their economic future on grants and or
legal settlements from its protection have essentially dismantled the western
logging business.
In a superior fashion, the
checkerboard ownership of land of the West has accomplished the same thing. In
this case, a new legion of operators has arisen. It isn’t the immigrant farmer
or the prospector calling for protective help. It is the government’s own agency
groups. By holding the dominion of ownership (government owns 61% of the
surface landscape of the West), dominion of management has also largely been
achieved.
This foothold places all land-based
industry at higher risk, and, once again, Cochise’s experience and his plight are
revealed. When your administrative boundaries become the objects of intended
administrative control, your very existence is at risk. The target is eventually
forcefully discredited and denigrated. The difference in now and then is land
to pigeonhole the foe.
There is no more undesirable land
to forcefully place them.
McClintock’s Saloon and Dining
House Syndrome
If it hasn’t been clearly visible,
the cornerstone of these United States is not the citizen. The citizenry cannot
even be assured its votes will be counted.
No, the cornerstone is revealed to
be the vote counters, the politically best positioned.
Individual liberties running
counter to them become victims of the McClintock’s Saloon and Dining House
Syndrome. It is only fashionable to honor the efforts of the past when control
by the elite is achieved and the outcome mirrors the evolving agenda.
It was such that I found myself
last week. I happened into the presence of a staffer of one of the New Mexico’s
two progressive senators. The discussion was our ranch’s contribution to the
sequestration of carbon by turf management. It is an effort we have worked very
hard to improve.
For various reasons including these
lands were seasonal migration routes used by the Apaches, Geronimo came into
the discussion. The innuendo was my presence can be construed to be
antagonistic to what happened to the Chiricahuas.
It was an accusation on which I
disagreed.
The more I understand the more I have
come to believe old Geronimo and I are more alike than not. The point was even
made that if we all came back together to stand out in the pasture where the
discussion took place, we would be arrayed and might just find ourselves as
unlikely but actual teammates. Geronimo wouldn’t have been there until the
conditions of the year would allow his passage. Likewise, my cows and I
wouldn’t be there until the conditions allowed our presence. The rest of the
year we would be absent allowing full rest for the land.
Too few people even understand
those implications. Who knows? We might even have hoisted a drink together and
agreed … our numbers are too short as well.
Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher
from southern New Mexico.
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A quote attributed to Stalan "It is not who votes, but who counts the votes"
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