Jay Meehan: Salvos from the Resistance
“Happiness lies in a large measure of self-forgetfulness, either in work . . . or in the love of others.”
~ Everett Ruess
Although they could see each other as they hunkered down around the campfire, none of them were actually present. Spock had seen to that. For the latest iteration of his Vulcan Mind Meld to work, he explained, physical contact was not strictly required.
What was required, however, what would be essential to their plot, would be a mass suspension of disbelief by all involved. A ridiculous notion, to be sure, but they were indeed at the end of their rope. Any random quantum of negative energy might just put the kibosh on the whole shebang.
If they had any chance at all of rescuing Bears Ears National Monument from the clutches of the Trump administration, this just might be it. The overriding question, of course, concerned whether or not they could actually take possession of Secretary of the Interior Ryan Zinke’s free agency without him being aware that it was missing?
According to Spock, the fact that this particular Hole-in-the-Wall-Gang all inhabited separate dimensions of the AfterLife would remove any time restraints that might creep into the operation as a whole. So they had that going for them.
The collective onus was to Believe. Nothing more. During their time on Earth, however, this bunch wasn’t really known for their “faith.”
Henry David Thoreau was there. Cactus Ed Abbey had seen to that. Ken Kesey brought along Randle Patrick McMurphy, the Bull Goose Looney himself. Wallace Stegner enlisted John Wesley Powell. Black Elk rode in with Sitting Bull. Martin Litton showed up with David Brower. And John Muir had Teddy Roosevelt in tow.
Psycho-historians will no doubt see fit to remark upon Spock arriving with Everett Ruess but none of the plotters themselves saw any benefit to opening up that particular strange-bedfellow can of worms. It wasn’t like the rest of the duos-in-question were BFF’s or anything.
Much of the covert plot to, telepathically, commandeer the bridge of Spaceship Zinke will continue to remain under wraps, of course. This includes questions as to what, if any, role will be or has been played by the solar eclipse of 2017.
One item that has already been leaked to the press is that the aforementioned Hole-in-the-Wall Gang will carry out (or has carried out) a role in the free-agency capture that has been characterized as being of a “telekinetic” nature.
Word has it that aside from a figuratively vigorous shaking of Zinke’s lapels, the operation will also include individually launched thought-bombs with a mission of, hopefully, imparting wisdom to the Secretary and his decision making process.
Rumors from Headquarters had the initial salvo from Abbey (“Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion”) being followed in quick succession by Thoreau (“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone”), and Kesey (“Ritual is necessary for us to know anything”).
Have you noted the increasing level of subtlety? Possibly too much for Zinke? Whadda ya think? Anyway, that first salvo continues. McMurphy (“Get out of my way, son, you’re usin’ my oxygen.”), Stegner (“Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.”) Now, come on Wally. You must know that that one is going to sail right over Zinke’s head.
Powell (“The verb is relatively of much greater importance in an Indian tongue than in a civilized language.”) Black Elk (“Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.”), Sitting Bull (“Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children”). Oh gawd! Way too indigenous for Trump ears, let alone Bears Ears.
Litton (“How dare you! How dare anybody even think about this?”) OK, so it’s a bit out of context. Zinke doesn’t know that. Brower (“Without wilderness, the world is a cage.”), Muir (“The mountains are calling and I must go.”), and Teddy Roosevelt (“I think there is only one quality worse than hardness of heart and that is softness of head.”)
Don’t for a minute think there aren’t more salvos on the way, Zinke. Keep your mitts off Bears Ears. Final word, as always, goes to Spock (“One can begin to reshape the landscape with a single flower.”) OK, gang. Reload!
Jay Meehan is a culture junkie and has been an observer, participant, and chronicler of the Park City and Wasatch County social and political scenes for more than 40 years.
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