Journal #14

This is my personal Declaration of riding llamas as a sport. I firmly believe that as us U.S. Americans, we have the God given birthright to pick out and ride any llama we choose as if it were some sort of racing horse in the Kentucky Derby. For too long, we have been shot down and thrown in the mud because we are utilizing our rights as Americans and human beings. I, as well as my supporters, feel as though we should be able to wander into any old llama pasture, saddle up onto the finest and strongest looking specimen, take it for a little midnight street racing around town, and finally put it back into the stable where it may sleep for the night. I see no harm done to any party involved in the matter. I, the racer, receive prize money from the race, get a lot of attention from the attractive and single ladies. The llama gets a nice workout from all of the running it does. Therefore, the llama has a more fit and strong llama for meat, other racing, or whatever he chooses. There are my beliefs on that subject, and that is all I have to say about that. If you were wondering, that is a small reference and tribute to the fine film entitled Forrest Gump. Another declaration in which I could share a small portion of would be my Declaration of Ligers. The liger is a majestic creature formed when a tiger and lion mate and reproduce sexually. Napoleon Dynamite has made this hybrid of beasts famous in his biographical film entitled Napoleon Dynamite. However, ligers are all too real in today's world of modern science and more specifically genealogy. They look like absolute beasts because they are humongous, scary, and their hair is feathered and lethal.