Stuff from Around Arkansas, Dec. 30

Demi Moore: No, not that kind of cougar.
Demi Moore: No, not that kind of cougar.

Cougar Watch: An extensive Arkansas Democrat-Gazette story suggests that, despite numerous reported sightings, there aren’t many cougars in the Natural State, but they obviously haven’t seen your mom. (Arkansas Democrat-Gazette)

Union Label: Newly minted blogger John Brummett digs up a scooplet with the report that state Sen. Gilbert Baker is on the board of a national group fighting union-backed card check legislation by amending state constitutions. We had a little union trouble recently at Arkansas Project World Headquarters, when the boys in the boiler room started talking about organizing. They eventually dropped that nonsense after I announced I was withholding coverage for their “black lung” treatments. (Brummett’s Blog)

The Sweet Smell of Huck-cess: National pub ranks Mike Huckabee’s unexpected win in the Iowa Republican caucuses as a top political upset of 2008. Number two was my big win over Blake Rutherford at the Annual Arkansas Bloggers Charity Bake-Off, where my “Cinnamon Dandies” recipe won the day over his “Blaked Alaska” dish. (Politico)

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3 thoughts on “Stuff from Around Arkansas, Dec. 30

  • December 30, 2008 at 11:23 am

    I really hope there is a cougar resurgence. Imagine the fun of saying you are headed out “cougar hunting” or “cougar tracking.”

    Or, like in Florida there will be cougar roadkill. “Sorry Im late again. I hit a cougar on the way here.”

  • December 30, 2008 at 4:18 pm

    The cards were stacked against me, just like they were in the “Who’s Better Looking” contest. When APG Girlfriend is the judge in both, I’ve got no shot.

  • December 30, 2008 at 10:26 pm

    Ye gods! The so called game and fish experts are at it again. As I live in a hovel deep in the Fourche River bottomlands where I am free to make my delicious corn mash as I please, I know for a fact that there are cougars. Heard ’em and seent ’em with my own eyes and ears. I know of people that saw one that was shot dead for trying to kill a gentleman’s dogs. The whole community came for a look. Alas, I was absent from what has become known as the “Great Cougar Viewing of Pleasant Grove”, but many o’ my friends were on hand to witness this magnificent beast laid out cold on the sweet dark soil of Perry County.

    Here’s the facts; if you have an endangered species in your state, there is a lot of trouble that goes along with it. So you just pretend that they aren’t there. Then you don’t have to worry about it and the Feds and animal activist leave you alone.

    I find it strange that everyone and their grandma goes crazy over a woodpecker that some guy in a john boat filmed accidentially. We make up license plates and bring in all these experts to look for this dumb bird.

    Yet hundreds of people that live in the hinterlands of Little Rock claim to see a large cat that has never been declared extinct and once lived in this area. And all the cougar spotters are considered to be bat-s%$t crazy? Huh?

    So the experts say these are these confirmed cougar sightings are just pets that have escaped. Ask yourself when was the last time you heard of someone owning a cougar (not the car, though the same could be asked of the car). Who owns a giant wild cat that is on the endangered species list? Who would want to? Don’t you think the mullet and Camero would be enough to show how tough you are? Are Pit Bulls not white trash chic anymore?

    And if you owned one, what are you going to do with it? Take it to a cat show? Who watches the cougar when you take your new wife and her 3 kids down to Destin for your honeymoon? Do you call up Jimmy Joe and ask him if he’ll keep your cougar? What do you feed it? Cougar Chow? Stray dogs? Pizza? What?

    Finally, where do you buy cougars and how much do they cost? Is there a “Cougars R Us” store (don’t search for that on the internet, you’ll find really interesting things if you do). Is there a cougar black market?

    I’ve never seen the magic pecker-wood of Brinkley (no, I don’t mean Tommy Robinson) and doubt anyone else has either. I am dead serious when I say that I have seen a cougar run across the road and heard one scream. It couldn’t have been anything else but a cougar. Well, maybe the screaming could have been my neighbor Ethel Mae catching hell for letting the kids eat Ed Bob’s special Meth-making Drano again, but I doubt it. Maybe the experts should give up the wildlife spotting to the folks that live in the area and go back to chasing pecker-woods. In the long run, we would probably be better off as we might finally figure out what happened to ole’ TR.


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