Back when I was a young lad we were left out in the boonies of NW Florida for several days as part of our Navy survival training. After a few days of lots of walking and no eating we were up for anything. Rabbits, squirrels, snakes and a very tough old coon were on the menu. We killed them all with our trusty survival knives and handmade 6 foot long shillelagh's. I wish someone had caught us on tape. Eight or ten 20 something city boys trying to kill a mean nasty old coon in waist deep water by beating him to death with large sticks. I’m sure it would have won a funniest home video award. And no, it tasted nothing like chicken. More like boiled boot. The instructor kept the tooth pick.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.