The Skunk (1)

   
   "The Skunk (1)"
    
   Sam "Stinky" Tecumseh, knew how to right a wrong; moreover, knew that it was okay to raise a stink over injustice, as had his new Commander in Chief.  Too, knew that respect should not be freely given, but earned, yet dignity is deserved by even the diabolically demonic and dastardly.
   Stinky worked at a local TACO BELL in Wyoming, gelling with the locals, yet aware of their otherworldly vivid virtues and venomous vices.  He was in the underground business of helping people.  Solace of the wretched and unwanted--like Saint Joseph.  Folks thinking gregarious gain and iniquitous imperialism is so totally vogue, yet what profits a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul--the shinobi taught the samurai this lesson.  
   Anyway, there was this teenage girl afflicted by belligerent bullies and she had not the steel to defend her inviolate self.  Cowboy was a dirty word at first, but like all things, history is erased and replaced by the fabrications of false testimony.  Though all is relative, or can be.  
   We have friends; on the flip side, we have enemies; next, the pussy neutrals that Dante poetically mentioned.  The Swiss being neutral when the entire world was falling apart.  Yet what did Great Britain's True Sergeant At Arms boldly proclaim:  "Never give up."   Verily, make a smelly stink for juicy justice.  Like Saint Joan of Arc invocations go:  "Let me do my Earthly tasks, even if it means my own death."   And as Saint Francis knew:  "It is in dying that we receive eternal life."  But he was just a FOOL for Christ--some would say, not knowing that he fought in the Crusades, never became a Priest out of humility, threw his naked body in the thorn bushes to cure an evil erection, and tamed a wild wolf.