But that´s the pessimist in me speaking but you know what they say.. A pessimist is an optimist with experience...



All I ever wanted to be was a simple red neck reptile farmer, leading a down to earth herpetoculturist form of existence. But in stead, I´m forced to stick my big flat feet into the tiny shoes of herpetosenatorship, which requires walking around in high heels with gloss pointy tips.That just don´t come natural to me.. I feel my feet just won´t fit, and therefore also that I´m doomed to be a censored part of contemporary cultural diversity.

I fear many a herpetoculturist would rather be a rebel reptile than a noble moral senatorship. Only problem I see, is that once the legal reptile farmers go extinct, it will be time for the reptile rebels to wheep.

Unless we can recruit enough senators before legal reptiles go half-way extinct, then perhaps we have a standing chance to succeed. If we have to recruit responsible senators from the army of rebel reptiles, then I fear the war on responsible herpetoculturists may draw out into eternity and I can´t see we have to much time at our disposal before many of the earth´s wild amphibians and reptiles go extinct.

I hope I´m wrong, and that many reptile senators come forth to claim moral dominion over capitol hill.



oby

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