According to our Declaration of Independence, written primarily by Thomas Jefferson, man has certain Natural rights, that of life, liberty and property. Your elected government has taken upon itself the power to determine which of these you get to enjoy based on your conformity to its rules of which nature has only one and that is thou shalt not steal.
Boo hoo hoo!
My great great grampy took a dump on this land a hundred and fifty years ago, and so improved it, and so i get to let my cows stomp in its streams and eat the few consumable plants on it for eternity. Sure, the land is owned by the citizens of the USA—not to mention the fact that native peoples, if you want to get technical, were improving the same land for hundreds, even thousands, of years before me—but I’m special! I’m a rancher! See, look at my F-350! And my flannel shirt! But feel free to visit the ranch, because we don’t own it. You can hunt for the mule deer that aren’t there anymore, because the cows ate all the food and turned it into a thistle and cheatgrass wasteland. Or fish for the bull trout that don’t exist in the streams anymore, because they run 20 degrees warmer now that the cows have eaten all the bank scrub and muddied it up. But cow pies can make a cool frisbee! Come hang out! And buy some Bundy beef on your way out. Your tax dollars helped grow it, in completely inefficient and environmentally devastating fashion!
Damn it is hard to disagree with that.
nu man, aka pajama boy
Come and take it
Millimeter Mike, a real tough guy. Is that what the girls called you? I’m starting to understand you a little better.
typical pajama boy, thinks with his dick
He/she/it thinks about other people's dick.