A Glibertarians Exclusive: Mog-ee, Part II
Late summer
Wolf stood at the edge of the Digger settlement, looking around nervously for Mog-ee.
His nervousness was borne from his unfriendly relationship with Mog-ee’s brother, Yeeklep-ee. Yeeklep-ee lived in his own hut on the far side of the village from the small hut Mog-ee slept in, which was near the more capacious bark-covered hut of her parents. Wolf had not known that the pugnacious little man was Mog-ee’s brother until he learned how the Diggers carried their names – that the ‘-ee’ at the end of the name signified a family, derived from the father’s name. Wolf was not afraid of Yeeklep-ee; he was much larger, stronger, and faster, with longer arms and legs for striking blows. But he wanted Mog-ee to think well of him, and giving her brother a beating, no matter how well-deserved, didn’t seem the way to go about that.
Yeeklep-ee was nowhere to be seen. But Wolf did see Mog-ee, working stooped over in a field nearby.
Wolf called her name. Mog-ee looked up, smiling, and beckoned him over. Wolf stepped carefully through the plants – he had learned that stepping on them was cause for a lot of shouting.
This morning, Wolf thought he had something that would provoke a different sort of excitement. The previous day’s hunt had gone well, and Wolf had brought his share, the entire hindquarter of a reindeer, as a gift for Mog-ee.
Mog-ee’s eyes went wide when Wolf showed her the reindeer haunch. “Meat!” she piped.
“Fresh, too,” Wolf said. “My brother and I went hunting with our clan brothers yesterday. We did well, four reindeer down. This was my share. I thought that you’d like… well, I thought we could share it.”
“We don’t get meat often. Mostly fish from the stream, sometimes the men catch rabbits and squirrels that are trying to eat our crops.”
Wolf tried to keep from grimacing. Among his people, rabbit was acceptable fare – barely – but squirrels and other rodents were food fit only for starving times. “Have you ever eaten reindeer?”
“I have not.” She took Wolf’s free hand and looked up at him, her sky-blue eyes shining. Wolf felt his knees go a little unsteady. “Thank you for bringing it.”
That evening took on something of the air of a festival in the Digger settlement.
To Wolf’s displeasure, Mog-ee’s brother somehow convinced everyone that he should be the one to distribute the cooked reindeer meat. Yeeklep-ee made sure his parents got substantial portions and took a big helping himself. Mog-ee got a more modest chunk of reindeer, while Wolf – reminding himself in the process that there wouldn’t even be any reindeer meat if I hadn’t brough it, was awarded a portion of badly cooked, gristly meat from down near the hock.
Wolf was keenly away of Mog-ee sitting on the ground next to him, near the fire but nearer to Wolf. Now’s not the time to antagonize her brother, he thought.
I wonder when it will be time to antagonize her brother.
While the meat was being cooked and eaten, night had fallen. It was good and dark outside the circle of light cast by the big fire Wolf had built in the communal hearth in the center of the settlement. Wolf regarded Mog-ee’s family from lowered eyes. He had found he didn’t like any of them much, but he liked her brother least of all.
Why am I even here? It’s not like I couldn’t do like Father did, walk off one spring and find myself a girl from another group of the People, or from the fisher-folk to the sout
h or the mammoth hunters in the north. Respectable people. What is it with this Digger girl?
He stripped the last bit of gristly meat with strong teeth and cast the bone into the fire. He was about to get up and leave when he felt Mog-ee’s small, soft hand in his.
“Come with me,” she said.
She led him away from the fire, away from the settlement, down to a low meadow near the stream. As they arrived in the cool, grassy place framed with small trees, she let go of Wolf’s hand. She turned away from him, pulled her woven plant-fiber tunic over her head and dropped it on the ground, then stepped out of her woven skirt. She turned to face Wolf and held out her arms.
Wolf felt his jaw drop. Mog-ee’s figure was lean and inviting; something Wolf had not noticed when her body was normally hidden by the typically shapeless Digger garments. He hadn’t expected that; women of the People tended to show off, often wearing leather and hide garments tightly wrapped and leaving gaps in strategic locations.
He grinned, and quickly removed his own clothing.
What followed was, to Wolf’s surprise, more like a fight than an act of love. Mog-ee bit, she scratched, she yowled like a scalded lynx, and when they both had come to their first climax, she grabbed Wolf, rolled him over in the grass, climbed on top of him and rubbed until he was ready to go again.
It went on like that until the first light was showing in the eastern sky. When, finally, Mog-ee seemed sated, she fell asleep in the grass. Wolf, exhausted, did likewise.
Wolf was awoken by a keening sound from the Digger settlement.
“The morning song!” Mog-ee said, sitting bolt upright. “I can’t be late!” Grabbing at her clothing, she ran off towards the settlement. Wolf pulled his clothing on there in the meadow and followed, slowly.
The keening grew louder as he approached the Digger huts. The Diggers were kneeling in a circle around the communal fire pit, which was still smoldering from the night before. Wolf arrived just in time to see Mog-ee, who had somehow managed to clothe herself while running, drop to her knees between her father and her brother. Wolf stopped and watched.
The morning “song” was more like the wailing Wolf’s people did when someone died. The Diggers kept up an atonal keening, alternately raising their hands and faces to the sky, then down to the ground. This continued for some time.
Finally, the “song” ended. The Diggers circle broke up, most of them picking up implements and heading into the fields.
Mog-ee and her brother approached Wolf, still standing bemused at the edge of the settlement. Yeeklep-ee wore a smug expression.
“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” he smirked.
“I did.” Wolf felt his stomach growling. “Is there any of the meat left? The meat I brought yesterday to share with your sister?” Wolf emphasized the last two words and stepped closer to look down at the Digger man.
“There is not,” Yeeklep-ee said firmly. “What was left last night has been cut up for drying and will be placed in our storage for winter.”
“You did not ask me if you could do this,” Wolf protested. “I brought that meat. I was generous to share some with you, but I did not need to do this.”
“But bring it you did. You did not say it was a gift for Mog-ee alone. You shared it with all. Are we to believe that now you will take that gift back?”
Wolf scowled. Among the People, it was the pinnacle of bad manners to retract a gift once given.
“Very well.” Wolf stomped over to Mog-ee’s hut and retrieved the two hunting spears and spear-thrower he had left leaning against the low structure. At least no one had molested his gear. He walked back and nodded to Mog-ee. “I will go back to my people now.” He glared at Yeeklep-ee until the Digger man finally turned and walked off.
Wolf took Mog-ee’s hand. “Would you consider coming with me? To live among the People?”
“My place is here. My family is here. Would you consider coming to live among us?”
“I don’t know,” Wolf said, honestly. “I must think on this. I will come back soon, and we will talk about this then.”
“As you wish.” Mog-ee stepped closer and, standing on tiptoe, placed a chaste, sisterly kiss on Wolf’s cheek. When she stepped back, Wolf saw the twinkle in her sky-blue eyes. He felt a strong physical reaction.
“When will you come back?” Mog-ee asked. She had noticed the reaction and was smiling.
“Soon,” Wolf said. He turned and stalked away, muttering. He would have to seek advice from his father about this.
***
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
He hands you a nickel when he hands you a dime
Ask you with a grin, “Are you havin’ a good time?”
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Karl Marx is descended from Yeeklep-ee?
Plisade, from the dead-thread, about the GiveSendGo hack, I found this story claiming the hacker had worked with government security services in the past.
Hackers may be the prime example of Virtuals (to employ Gord’s term). One does wonder what will happen to them when that reality collapses.
I remember when these far-left types preached against the government. Now they are the government.
It’s more and more clear to me that all the revolutionaries, the counter-culturalists, the rebels of my youth and of every generation, were not fighting against “the system/man.” Rather, they were fighting to obtain that power for themselves. Their ideology du jour is just a cover.
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066415/quotes
“I believe in the Movement.” *
(* /shudder)
To be fair, I believe in a good bowel movement myself.
I’ve pondered if this is an unescapable paradox. You can believe in the cause all you want, but whatever that cause is, chances are you’ll need to do some things that are not really compatible with your ideology to win any sort of power and influence. If you manage to win, by scheming or violence or any other means, you must either wield that power against people who are willing to do the same to you or in the case of libertarians (ideally) turn away from the power and influence to try to force decentralization and promote freedom. Unfortunately, all that really does is create a power vacuum to be filled by the revolutionaries, the counter-culturalists, the rebels ect…
To put it a shorter way, perhaps the reason that we’ve never escaped the cycle of the well intentioned rising to power only to become corrupted and need to be over-thrown is that there is no escape from the cycle, only better and worse versions of it.
Power attracts the sociopaths and the psychopaths.
A concentration of power brings them in like flies to shit.
Yep. Friendships don’t usually end because someone voted a certain way for the local water district commissioner. Because that person doesn’t have a lot of power.
Gracias.
Ha! The author of the article labels him an anarchist… without scare quotes. I’m so lost.
“The anarchist case for large centralized government.”
*snort*
Sounds like something Chomsky would write nowadays.
I love these sorts of contradictions in terms that people obliviously use. I just watched the season finale of Peacemaker and someone in that referred to him as a “proto-fascist libertarian.” What the actual fuck is that supposed to mean? You can be a fascist OR a libertarian. I suppose you could be a proto-fascist faux libertarian, using the language as a smokescreen to your actual fascist goals. Sounds like another severe case of progjection.
Stupid is as stupid learned
He’s a fucking snitch.
And he should get what he deserves.
Stitches?
Or one to the back of the head?
You’re welcome!
Trapped … like the animals he hunts!
I like your moxie, kid. Have you ever considered a career in blurb writing?
I dream of working for the NY Post!
Always aim for the top. ?
Trapped like R. Kelly.
I haven’t seen Wolf urinate on anyone yet!
You’re watching for people to urinate on women? :-p
Animal is the king of short stories….
Damn straight. Very fun stuff.
Unreal. How the fuck you got from that song to this story is amazing.
Thanks!
Thanks for stopping by last night for a chat on zoom. Lobot tried to log in at 3am to the zoom but my guess is everyone was sleeping.
It was fun as hell!
Glad to hear LoBot is around.
Has anyone received a message from him confirming all is well??
Happy President’s Day!
An oldie but a goodie.
More Presidents (and peaches):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvAnQqVJ3XQ
Too local
Lake trout fishing the wrong way:
https://youtu.be/wTd_RI9SlVg
I’m dying! That’s fucking awesome!
Trusting that isn’t what 4score had in mind when he asked if I wanted to go fishing.
He’s very responsible. You’re good.
I need someone to put the boat back on the trailer, Tundra left town in a hurry when he found that I thought he should clean 1/2 th fish.
alol!
I should know better than to try to predict where one of Animal’s stories will go, but . . . .
(1) Father gives good advice.
(2) Wolf ignores good advice, jumps back in the sack Mog-ee.
Don’t stick in crazy. Young man does so anyway. It’s a very old story.
Father gives funny advice, the village is attacked by raiders, many are killed and the rest are dragged to a temple to be used as human sacrifices.
Wolf tells Crom “Then the hell with you!” ?
Then he escapes and predator becomes prey.
?
https://i.makeagif.com/media/10-22-2015/LQs3YO.gif
I love that movie.
STEVE SMITH VISIT VILLAGE. HIM SAY HI!
More proof that she is a Russian asset with nice assets.
Former Democratic presidential candidate and former Hawaii Democratic Rep. Tulsi Gabbard is scheduled to speak at the Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC) this week, the group’s chair confirmed on Monday.
Gabbard will address the conference’s Ronald Reagan Dinner on Saturday night, slated alongside conservative leader Glenn Beck who will provide the keynote remarks during the event.
The claws came out when HRC called her a Russian Asset.
Heaven help my company. We have a “Brand Team.”
OTOH, surely the stock price will go up once the next container ship hauling nothing but taxpayer cash arrives at HQ. Gotta finance out expansion, doncha know? It’s a matter of national and economic security. Plus rewarding the good people of NY for supplying D votes in congress.
How else will you stop employees diluting the brand by using unapproved colorways or distorting the logo?
Let’s Go Brandteam!!!
A tale as old as the hills. Woman? Or good BBQ? Reminds me of a joke.
Old man is in the retirement home, his son feels sorry for him and hires a prostitute. Prostitute shows up, knocks on the old man’s door. When the old man opens the door, she says
“I’m here to give you super sex!”
The old man says “I’ll take the soup.”
Take the BBQ, Wolf!”
Thanks Animal!
Today Moscow recognized two people’s republics in eastern Ukraine.
Related news, Indonesia tells the west to go East Timor itself.
Elites’ warboners reach maximum hardness and prepare to ejaculate.
Ah, so Putin drops the demands for locking NATO membership in exchange for Biden recognizing Donetsk and Luhansk.
Putin withdraws his troops, Biden claims to be a diplomatic supergenius, they split the Nobel Peace Prize.
^I’ll have to remember this one as proof of my oracular prowess.
I’d say this is not unlikely.
While they’re at it can the declare USA Red and USA Blue to be separate nations? As long as they’re redefining other countries boundaries unilaterally.
I can’t believe I’m watching these fuckers start another war.
WMDs? Incubator babies? Viagra-fueled rape gangs?
Nope.
NBC news accidentally dusted off news reports from the 30’s or 40’s and got confused.
Nah, they updated it for our retarded timeline.
When they take DC? We’ll hold them to that promise.
MIC is getting jealous of the PHIC getting all that sweet government cash.
https://www.oregonlive.com/portland/2022/02/victim-of-deadly-shooting-at-normandale-park-identified-witness-said-shooter-fired-immediately-on-unarmed-group.html
Local rag is furiously spinning to protect their antifa buddies. If it’s an unarmed group, how is the homeowner now in the hospital after being shot? And contradiction to other reports, not from a participant (witness, my ass, as if they were neutral party), is that the protesters were armed. And what exactly is this advance motorcade? Would that be the unlawful street blocking that these assholes have been doing?
VRWC media is saying the shooter was a 1%er
Well, the protest march was about to start, maybe had just started, so characterizing it as “a motorcade group working on traffic and logistics ahead of a planned demonstration” seems disingenous at best.
Oh, and as is typical of antifa, some of them were armed, so calling it an unarmed group is just plain dishonest.
Their friends in the media repeat the lies and half truths until it’s accepted.
The ones on the scenes apparently tampered with the scene by picking up spent casings and the usual calls to delete any social media or other evidence of what actually. happened.
Oh good, the dementia patient with anger control issues is going to go one on one with Putin. Better bring your pool chain, cornflake.
Boy is this ever gonna be fun. Wars in Iraq and Afghanistan against illiterate fanatics stuck in the 7th century went so well; a war against a near-peer adversary with nuclear capability, sophisticated air support and a top-level offensive cyberattack corps will go swimmingly.
I’m sure it will be fine, we’re in good hands. Biden and Harris are the smartest, most qualified people in the entire Democratic party.
Biden and Harris are the smartest, most qualified people in the entire Democratic party.
I don’t think we can rule it out, anyway.
I still refuse to believe we’re that stupid.
They are almost in a panic. Someone’s gonna have bombs dropped on them.
I lived a substantial part of my life under Mutually Assured Destruction with the assumption of rational actors on both sides. This is the first time in my life where nuclear war seems like a real threat.
Putin et al are rational actors, it’s us I’m concerned about. That being said, I just don’t think we’re irrational enough to go too crazy on this one.
depends on how severe they think their losses will be during the midterms.
Heck, there might even be a crisis so severe that the elections will be put on hold.
+Canadian Emergency Powers
COVID-22!!!!!!!!
Putin doesn’t worry me.
Team Brandon scares the shit out of me.
This. A scary combination of venality and incompetence.
Dood, Jake Sullivan is NatSec Advisor. He is as dumb as a bag of doorknobs.
That is an insult to doorknobs.
Juniper: “we don’t open cases via email”
“You need to email partner support to handle this request”
Where’s my coffee?
Thanks, Animal, primitive people acting like modern day folks or the other way around, I’m not sure. Young men can’t be trusted when there’s young women around. Happens to all of us.
“Young men can’t be trusted when there’s young women around”
Amen to that.
But can octogenarian men be trusted when there’s octogenarian women around? 😉
Well, I’m too old to play football but I still like the game
This person is currently in the EU representing the United States
Biden will get his war one way or another.
Grr…..well…maybe it works.
Old men can’t be trusted when there’s sniffable hair around?
Now I’m wondering at what point humans decided to start restraining hormonal yutes.
Do other male primates control who their daughters are allowed to mate with? Any zoologist glibs know if it’s a thing in other species?
Not really a field zoologist, although I was educated in that field and try to stay current. As to other primate males controlling sexual access to their daughters: None that I’m aware of, at least among our fellow great apes. The lesser primates, monkeys and so on, I don’t know of any, but I’m less familiar with them.
When America stands for her principles and all of the things that we hold dear
Feel free to start doing that.
Did the forum go down?
Twenty bucks, same as downtown?
Putin et al are rational actors, it’s us I’m concerned about. That being said, I just don’t think we’re irrational enough to go too crazy on this one.
To be honest, I think Team DEMOCRACY! has become completely untethered from objective reality. Nothing would surprise me at this point.
Team DEMOCRACY! has become completely untethered from objective reality
They have indeed. Its actually an article of their postmodernist faith – “perception is reality” and all that. Exhibit A: sex is “assigned”, and transmogrifies into infinitely malleable gender.