I took the kids to a bookstore today, just to hang out. There was some girl that was supposed to be doing a kid's story hour. She had a broken arm in a sling and a shirt that said "I do all my own stunts." She tried to read to my kids but they wouldn't listen so they colored instead. Then we got some kid's meals from Wendy's.
On the bag of food they had a lot of animals. Elephants, giraffes and such. The wolf on the bag looked beady eyed and crazy. He had snow on his snout and everything in his wide-open mouth looked blood red. He had a cartoon bubble above his head so it looked like he was saying, "That Frostie was really goooood!" (I hate the frosties, they cause a lot of trouble. I always ask them not to give me the Frosties with the kid's meals and the staff looks at me like I'm a communist or something.)
This got me to thinking about wolves and how I feel bad for them. I recall several groups who get upset about the demonization of wolves starting in childhood with stories like Peter and the Wolf, the Three Little Pigs and Little Red Riding Hood. In the adult world, ranchers cry and complain to no end that wolves kill their livestock. I don't feel bad for them. Good ol' boys always seem to get into the political game for the sole purpose of gaining rights to let their cows run wherever they please and make the public pay for any loss they suffer.
People through the ages seem to have believed there exists an inexhaustible abundance of land, water, trees and animals to the point that we can destroy whatever we want and God will make more for his favorite little biped. Wolves were reintroduced in Yellowstone and the livestock issue goes on, even there. Where exactly are wolves supposed to live where people won't have this relentless urge to kill them? The only thing that seems to be in endless abundance is ignorant and greedy people.