Taking badgers on a walk

Power of the Cross

   
   "Power of the Cross"
  
   Sometimes, a transplanted Yankee Lady must offer vociferous twang--here and there only, always remembering herself, never erasing a portion of sublimity, gregariously gelling with a Cinderella-Victory futurity--I mean all the Franciscan humility dubbed with the Passion of labeling yourself ultra-cool, like a Fool for Christ, only to be adored all the more since you stood up for the merciful majesty of Jesus, or as the Southern Baptist kid bluntly and boldly says:  "Give me some Jesus."  And they can be true; moreover, potently determined in their fabulous faith, maybe it smoothly determined for ALL time by God Himself, who is Jesus' Father.  And smooth is a 1972 Cutlass armed with a 350 Rocket; furthermore, it only housing a tame two-barrel, driven by a nice and cool guy.   

From Cross to Crucifix:
  
1.)  CROSS:  Potent against most vampires, at least showing you have faith; thus, they know you mean a bit of business, even though you like Country Music too much.
  
2.)  ORTHODOX CROSS:  Werewolves are a bit shy about this one, but will approach you, for the lower bar shows great mercy for Christ; however, one must still remember the violence involved, and the werewolf will depart.
  
3.)  CRUCIFIX:  Puts pressure on those adorned by it; nevertheless, offers the ultimate Passion; next, wards off high -level villains from the DC Universe, mostly Earth One characters--you know what I'm saying.
  
   All of these Crosses bring psychological and spiritual improvement for most Christians--in my dog's opinion. 

Honor Conception Today; plus, Blood Is The Battery

   
   "Honor Conception Today; plus, Blood Is The Battery"
  
   We are charged by our blood.  Messiah says:  "The blood is the life."  Electricity, in enough ways, conducting copper, and if anyone says you're anemic, make sure they see the whole picture with the iron.  Enough already.
   Honor your mother as best you can.  If it's in the trenches; next, a smoke among the Arctic temperatures to fuel your labors--do it.  Sure there is legalism; however, truth outshines, and your place is where your heart is, reflecting others, and doing penance before going to Confession, cause that's how a country girl rolls, in sawed-off shorts, and always, acting humbly by having a heart that sees its treasure in truth.  And they're not Yahshua, not nearly.  Some close, but most . . .
   Just stay in loyal league with your magnanimous kin.  And pray without ceasing, always having the Spirit in your mostly obedient actions; nevertheless, sometimes Passion is perfectly pure, especially in an Angel of Great Counsel; specifically, JESUS.  

Coyote and Badger

   
   "Coyote and Badger"
  
   An innocent and loving woman is with child today.  A Queen of Peace.
   So, Mr. Coyote comes romping in, a bit clumsily, and Miss Badger is happy to see him.  The coyote doesn't try to bite her, for his father told him it was a bad idea.  And Mr. Coyote helps her get food.  Even though sometimes--he gets the food.
   Miss Badger knows--it's a fantastic friendship.  You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours, or however.  Two different types of non-cuddly creatures, both great in their own right, having a synergy of sublime survival.  What a wonderful day to be alive for Mr. Coyote and Miss Badger.  

American Badger versus Wolverine

   
   "American Badger versus Wolverine"

   I'm coyoting much of this info; however, every student needs an honest teacher--are you honest?
   The American Badger and Wolverine only have one weakness among them, which is gluttony; on the contrary, all else was given by God for survival, and to show the larger predators that the "Little Guy" can be a real spunky bastard.
   An American Badger's teeth are not as long as the Wolverine's, nor do they possess the most monstrous molars, as does the Wolverine.  And while the Wolverine's claws are fixed but semi-retractable, the American Badger's claws are a little less; moreover, they both have tough hides, and maybe the American Badger's hide is a little tougher; plus, the American Badger has some blood immunity.
   Both of these ferocious animals will fight to the death, especially the Badger.  The Badger will always fight to the death.  A Wolverine will kill you through suffocation.  One killed a Polar Bear by locking its jaws around the colossal mammal's throat.  The Badger goes for the genitalia, disfiguring it with bites and lashes.  
   So, who would win in a fight between the American Badger and Wolverine?  Never can tell.  And we shouldn't find out.  For these little but fiery animals have already been put to the test.
   Just know Big Wolves, that making an attempt to kill a little badger digging a burrow will not go as expected.  You may kill and devour the little guy or girl, after hours and hours of battle, but you'll never be the same afterwards--if you live to howl about it.  And hell, I love wolves.  Coyotes are just wise enough to make friends with the badger, mostly.  

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Where did the coyote go?

   
   "Where did the coyote go?"
   
   Canis latrans, or sumth'n--nobody exactly knows nowadays.  Every minute in the United States an old school coyote is killed; next, ten take his or her place.  Yet as the ultimate survivor, and friend of the badger, the coyote interbreeds with wolves, dogs, maybe more; thus, is it exactly even a coyote anymore?  Moreover, are wolves, through the genetic manipulation of the coyote, gonna be re-introduced back into the American Southwest?  Never can tell--a truck driver might ponder, who never stays to kiss the virgin ornamented in the Fleur-de-lis, cause it's best to be chaste, unless of course God calls you to the action of high romance--and He can; He can do anything He wants--He's God, dude.  And check out the Red Wolf in Carolina--that's half coyote and half wolf.  
   The Sheriff here gave his weasel-like deputies the authority to shoot coyotes years ago--they were calling them coydogs, which was a big myth in Williamson County during the late 1990's--I was out and about in the area all night, talked to witnesses and spotted only garden-variety coyotes; however, unlike the fox who likes to entertain with hilarious antics, the coyote is more reclusive, not flashing the chicken in his mouth at you, like many a fox has done to me during my nocturnal time in the suburbs and beyond as a newspaper man working circulation.
   Oh well.  Androids, new wolves, coydogs, firetrucks, nanobots, hookers--it's all real, fella.