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I don't know what the collective noun is for a quantity of Chekov's guns, or even if there is one. However, that is what they have an abundance of on Trans Ranch. An assortment of deadly, ranged weapons, wielded by humans with the physical dimensions and volatility of black powder kegs.
An unstable human foundation, such as this, represents an impractical infrastructure for any long-term endeavour. Since guns play an improbably large part in the lives of this cartel of alpaca farmers, it is a fair bet to say that they will also play a role in its demise.
What form this takes is anyone's guess:
- A lovers tiff ending in a gunshot, and then perhaps another gunshot as the police sirens converge upon the ranch.
- One of the ranchers going postal; the bloodstained alpaca picking their way warily in-between the bullet ridden corpses, when the authorities arrive to deal with the aftermath.
- A rancher accidentally gunned down, having been mistaken for an interloper; one of these alleged white supremacist militiamen who seem to have less grounding in reality than skinwalker copypasta. The Rainbow Unicorn Alpaca Squad appear to be at the point where at least some of them are starting to believe their own bullshit. It is easy to imagine a rancher shooting first and then blaming toxic white masculinity later.
In the first two cases, the grand experiment is over. The trans-matriarchal society, along with its stunning and brave farmer caste of Colorado Amazons, is a bust. In the latter case, the ranchers strike me as shameless enough to chalk up their slain comrade as an indirect casualty of white supremacy, and then use the catastrophe as the basis for the mother of all grifts. I can see the media being just spineless enough to take this narrative and run with it.
The tragedy is that, even if alpacas one day evolve to a point where they are sentient creatures, and then go on to obtain a level of American citizenship where they can demand reparations for the mistreatment of past generations, the inhabitants of Trans Ranch will leave no descendants to pay for the damage they have wrought upon the species.
An unstable human foundation, such as this, represents an impractical infrastructure for any long-term endeavour. Since guns play an improbably large part in the lives of this cartel of alpaca farmers, it is a fair bet to say that they will also play a role in its demise.
What form this takes is anyone's guess:
- A lovers tiff ending in a gunshot, and then perhaps another gunshot as the police sirens converge upon the ranch.
- One of the ranchers going postal; the bloodstained alpaca picking their way warily in-between the bullet ridden corpses, when the authorities arrive to deal with the aftermath.
- A rancher accidentally gunned down, having been mistaken for an interloper; one of these alleged white supremacist militiamen who seem to have less grounding in reality than skinwalker copypasta. The Rainbow Unicorn Alpaca Squad appear to be at the point where at least some of them are starting to believe their own bullshit. It is easy to imagine a rancher shooting first and then blaming toxic white masculinity later.
In the first two cases, the grand experiment is over. The trans-matriarchal society, along with its stunning and brave farmer caste of Colorado Amazons, is a bust. In the latter case, the ranchers strike me as shameless enough to chalk up their slain comrade as an indirect casualty of white supremacy, and then use the catastrophe as the basis for the mother of all grifts. I can see the media being just spineless enough to take this narrative and run with it.
The tragedy is that, even if alpacas one day evolve to a point where they are sentient creatures, and then go on to obtain a level of American citizenship where they can demand reparations for the mistreatment of past generations, the inhabitants of Trans Ranch will leave no descendants to pay for the damage they have wrought upon the species.
