Once upon a time, there was a boorish rattlesnake named Donald.
He was notorious for flashing his fangs at the other desert creatures. But some
were slightly demented; in fact, they were charmed by the toxicity of Donald’s
hypodermic fangs. Others slowly gravitated toward Donald with the passage of time.
The lore surrounding his dangerous potential drew them ever near—even to the
point of mental constriction, or paralysis.
Donald hadn’t any compunction. He was highly inegalitarian
by nature, and he frequently hissed about the “vermin” he viewed as lesser
amongst the desert fauna. Donald was especially mercurial about lashing out at the
critters he considered powerless. And the frequency of his obnoxious rattling
only grew as droves of critters congregated to witness the spectacle he had so
meteorically become.
His slithery narcissism abounded as his worshippers lent
credence to his inborn, anti-vermin animosity. However, like most rattlesnakes,
Donald wasn’t particularly intelligent. And much like the species to which he
belonged, Donald said whatever came to mind, punctuating his sibilance with a
specious air of authority. His forked tongue was awfully mesmerizing.
In time, Donald learned what his audience liked to hear; he
was at least clever enough to use this information to manipulate the other
animals. For the most part, these were creatures of his ilk: irascible scorpions;
poisonous desert toads; dreadful gila monsters; and so on. But one night –
rattlesnakes prefer to scheme in the dark – when Donald was in the middle of
his usual anti-vermin tirade, a toxic toad was heard squeaking no more than a
decibel above all the hissing.
“What can we do to stop them?” frenzied the squat little
toad.
Donald was dumbfounded. These creatures wanted more than simply
to hear him hiss? They wanted him to act? Yes, he thought. They wanted him to
dictate! But what could he do? He couldn’t possible kill and eat all the vermin
by himself, though the thought had crossed his pea-sized brain once or twice
before…
Then, off in the distance, an industrious little desert
mouse struggled to surmount a pile of rocks at the mouth of the arroyo not far
from where Donald lay coiled and brooding.
“I know!” exclaimed Donald viperously, “Let’s build a wall
so the vermin can’t bother us anymore!”
The crowd could only cheer, each one hurrahing in its own
animalistic way.
So, they struggled to build a wall in accordance with
Donald’s wisdom. Admittedly, it was quite a feat. But although they celebrated
their attempt to exclude what they thought were undesirable creatures, it would
end up costing them dearly.
Donald’s followers had failed to realize just how valuable
some of the walled-off creatures had been. The so-called vermin of course
performed many functions that were vital to the general wellbeing of the local
habitat. They did things other creatures were no good at, and they even
sustained some of the larger, more consumptive predators. They did all this despite
the persecution that had assailed them well before Donald shed his skin about
it.
But neither Donald nor his emotionally charged disciples
understood the importance, nay, the necessity, of diversity in biological
capital. Ultimately, Donald and his followers were too busy feeding on their pedestrian
emotions and uneducated fears to realize that they were doing nothing more than
positioning themselves to starve. And when some of the formerly uninterested
creatures – like the hawks, jackrabbits and coyotes – happened upon the little
walled-off arroyo, they didn’t feel much remorse for Donald or his filigree.
Only one coyote howled about it. He reminded some of the
animals surrounding the unfortunate scene that there was once an appealing
leader much like Donald, but who called himself Ronald. Coyote recounted how
Ronald was a bit of a contentious figure, just as many old forest elephants are
wont to be. How interesting, mused coyote, that one bald little snake could vex
so many toxic critters and command them with the silly prospect of walling-off
an arroyo while, on the other hand, a lumbering and clumsy elephant had garnered
so much acclaim for wanting to tear a wall in the forest down.
Mateo Pimentel is an Axis of Logic columnist, living on the US-Mexico border. Read the Biography and additional articles by Axis Columnist Mateo Pimentel.
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