Some days you need dreams, and after these years, I need a dream, and I might as well have a dream unique to me, as what good is a dream if everyone is blighting it with their bias like the American Dream in turning it into a nightmare.
My dream, as my font in this word program is for some reason BOLD now without me changing it, confesses in professing, the sound of a mule.
Yes it is a mule, I would like a mule.
I know mules are mocked, but Kings in Israel used to ride a mule. That is how wonderful royalty once felt about these hybrid creatures bred from a jack to a mare in making a cross God forbid the children of Israel to undertake.
They though could ride them and farm with them, and that is what I would intend to do.
President Washington actually produced a line of white jacks, that you probably have seen in these mammoth jacks were his breeding program and were the finest of quality for America.
Yes George Washington was more than just father of a country, he was a very astute agrarian who understood if you have the best animals, you have the best production.
I realize that Festus Hagen on Gunsmoke road Ruth and everyone had it placed into their heads that this was some condescending thing, but a mule was for the Plainsmen the choice for survival, as horses would die for lack of grain and fodder, but a mule would thrive.
Just as a mule would not require water when a horse would be gasping it's last.
There are endurance qualities in a mule too, as given equal footing, in an Indian terrorist band trying to ride you down, a mule would run even the mustang into the ground, as they were that special quality of all things and not.
No you would not win a running race with a mule to a horse, but you would if you kept your head, keep your life by keeping your scalp, due to a mule's endurance.
My neighbors had a team of mules, that they would hitch up to a coal wagon and get them started to town, and they would literally go 10 miles alone, arrive at the coal yard, get loaded and then return home without human assistance. That kind of quality meant a farmer did not have to waste 12 hours in a day making a pick up when a mule was doing it.
My Grandfather had mules and he told me of their intelligence as he was ploughing one day with a single bottom plough, and he decided at noon to make another round to finish things out, as it was 10 to 12.
The mules knew different, because at noon they simply left the furrow and started ploughing across the field toward home.
I do not imagine the mules lasted too long in that, as a mule invoking their will on a human is something most humans would not agree to.
Mules are also odd creatures in if you put a bell on a mare, they will follow her around in being lovestruck. Wherever that old mare would go, the mules would follow to death.
Mules are odd to as to what they will fall in love with. Col. Dodge spoke of a herd that found a mustang colt which they corraled and snuffed to their loving nature, terrifying the little thing. The military could do nothing with the mules as they would not leave their pet, so they shot the colt and freed the mules of their bondage, but it shows that mules are unique creatures in a highly developed attachment.
They are also too emotional as if crossing a river they would get water into their ears, they would simply give up and lay down and die. Such a wonderful animal of endurance, but if their heart is broken they will simply quit life.
Mule headed is also a term which is incorrect, as the problem is most mules were bred to thee worst rogue mares, and of course you ended up with the worst damn hybrid creatures on the planet in kicking, biting , bucking and running off. Breed a mule as George Washington did, and you have mules which are docile like pet dogs and service you for twice as long as a horse would in harness.
I guess mules have their own saddles too, as they are picky about what goes on them. I would like a riding mule or two as it would be an intersting thing to have in mules packing me and TL over the wilds of the lands.
Mules were used a great deal in packing by the Army and of course the Mexicans, whose mules were all white scarred from pack sores, as the Mexicans never did care for anything but a pepper and where to put it.
I think in my dream I could have great adventures with a mule. People would be fearful of them and yet drawn to them. I doubt anyone would steal my mule as they would be afraid the mule would kill them in it being strange.
I would prefer I believe until of course God would give me a mule of a different color, a Festus colored mule on the old American bay horse colors. A white mule would just be seen to far, and I would not care to be seen. Then again I care less for bucking, and if God provided me white mules that were never a problem compared to a pretty bay mule that bucked, I would choose unbroken bones and unbruised body over laying there so some police state terrorist would be shooting me like a gopher.
I think that is about it for mule dreams, which harken back to the American Dream of the Presidential elections of 40 Acres and a Mule was the promised American Dream in the 1800's for everyone to have a life in responsible liberty in the pursuit of wealth.
In that it is odd in King David of Israel had royal mules, the finest in the world, George Washington bred his large jacks for American agriculture, but somehow a group of idiots made the mule into a mockery when it was the promise of America, that if you had a mule and 40 acres, you could not only feed your family, but use that as a start to become independently wealthy.
My dreams have always been odd, as I choose dreams no one else wants, because they are ignorant and short sighted, as I do not like sharing my dreams, as when it become something in vogue, like pick ups which I started that trend, it just is not any fun or interest for me to be one in the masses.
I think though I would like several mules though, as one can not learn about mule if you only have just the one, as they must be different animals and would require study.
Any way it sure beats having dreams compared to the rich reality of wearing, driving, living in or jewelry shackled Americans who do little when rich, because they really want to, but do things because they get validation from others in doing the mob thing.
"I do not give a damn what other people do as long as you leave me in peace.
I do what I do, because I desire to, and not to get validation from others to join me in what I do, in being too afraid to do it alone".
Lame Cherry
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