Jim Corbett—Where Are You When I Need You?

by Bill Formby

These days are usually just depressing as hell. The sore place of my very existence shows up nightly on every news program with his arrogance and lying ways. I really do not like to use the word hate but I have grown to actually hate that man and I have never met him. He may be the first person I have ever said that about. I do not mean that I would not hate Hitler or Stalin, or even Krushchev, but to this day I can’t say that I feel the gut wrenching hatred I have toward Donald Trump.

Each of those people were bad in their own way but they pretty well owned up to who they were. I mean, Hitler did not pretend to be a nice person and I don’t think he really cared. Stalin certainly did not care who liked him or not. If you liked him you lived, if you did not like him you died. That is what Trump would like and he is jealous as hell that Little Kim can kill people and get away with it and he cannot. I am not sure that that will always be the case though. Trump has figured out how to steal from and lie to the tax payers and no one seems to care very much. The next step will be to have someone disappear and see how much hell is raised.

Anyway, one of my ways of dealing with the trash that is now residing in the White House is to reach back to my heroes of my teen years. While I was busy flunking out of junior high and high school I was a reader of adventuresome types of people. One of my favorites was a man named Jim Corbett who was actually an Irishman living in India. Jim Corbett became famous in that part of the world for being the man one calls to deal with a man-eating tiger or leopard.

He was probably everything that Trump is not. To say that he was a brave man would be a gross understatement for I seriously doubt that a man who is known throughout India as the one to call when a tiger has developed a taste for human flesh lacks courage would greatly miss the mark. He preferred hunting them alone although sometimes he would take along his dog. He never really like to kill the tigers except that, in his opinion, tigers who had started preying on humans were suffering from some kind of illness or injury. He was first, and foremost, a conservationist, so much so that there is a national park named for him in India and a sub species of tiger ( Panthera Tigris Corbetti) named for him in Indochina. I think my greatest disappointment was the fact that he did not write enough books to keep me busy through high school. I ended up having to read a couple of them twice.

But these days I look back to the time of people like Corbett, Jane Goodall, and Dian Fossey and others who devoted their lives to a greater purpose than just being rich and glorifying themselves. It is somewhat of like a breath of fresh air to know that there have been and still are some people who are still trying to do good things in this world.

I think that because of the media attention I, at least, forget that the world is not full of Donald Trumps and his gang of thieves. I guess I get so dismayed at the fact that so many people are still believing that Trump is doing a good job. Here in Alabama he probably could kill someone and still get re elected president. I have to wonder, did we leave all of the good courageous people back in the 50’s and 60’s.

I remember watching the Watergate hearings and in hindsight we got it wrong. Nixon should have gone to prison. Not that he was such a terrible person. I mean, he was, but hell, he accomplished more as president by accident than Donald Trump has accomplished deliberately. Nixon got more done for the justice system than anyone before or after him and he and Kissinger managed to normalize relations with China.

Trump has managed to destroy faith in the justice system and kiss the butt of every dictator in the world along with starting a trade war with China. If Trump manages to stay in office beyond 2020 we can pretty well kiss our democracy good bye because he will set the precedent that the only branch of government that matters will be the executive branch. Of course, by then I will have probably have a stroke so what the hell.

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5 Responses to Jim Corbett—Where Are You When I Need You?

  1. Michael John Scott Reply

    March 6, 2019 at 9:08 am

    I think I read everything he wrote, albeit many years ago. His books influenced my thinking in a positive way with regard to wildlife.

  2. Bill Formby Reply

    March 7, 2019 at 6:34 am

    Mine also Mike. I think in my early teens I may have envisioned myself running off to the wilds of India or Africa to save animals, but I am glad I did not. Hell, Marine Corps boot camp was a hell of a challenge for me, and their were no Bengal Tiders to cope with.

  3. Glenn R. Geist Reply

    March 7, 2019 at 8:29 am

    Perhaps it’s remarkable, but somehow I’ve never heard of him. There was a time when I looked just like that – minus the tigers of course. I do share the dream of being a protector of nature, but of course I’m far too old and I’m not sure anyone could make a difference any more.

    As to that thing stuck up the oval orifice, words do fail me, but I don’t think he’s leaving without a fight. There will be some calamity, some cyber invasion, some claim of fake elections that will allow him to declare martial law, suspend elections and close congress. Canada will have to build a wall and this will become a cesspool of rednecks in red hats with millions in cages.

  4. Bill Formby Reply

    March 7, 2019 at 5:36 pm

    Glenn, I think I probably stumbled across him by accident. I tended to live as much of my you life in escapism as possible. Growing up as a bastard child in the late 40’s and 50’s was far less than a “Leave It To Beaver” life style than most can think it was. I do remember it was a time when I had gotten tired of just being angry all of the time and was looking for another outlet. Somehow I read a bit of one of his books and I was hooked. He had a great writing style that seemed to take the reader on his hunts with him. I think you would have, and maybe still would, enjoy reading of his adventures. His books led me to wanting to learn more about nature and the whys behind certain animal behaviors. But, he was truly a man to be admired in the way he chose to live his life.

  5. Glenn R. Geist Reply

    March 9, 2019 at 9:13 am

    I read many books old and new that seem similar to this. I spent a lot of time in the woods and in canoes too. I will grab some of this on Amazon. Thanks

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