Theoretically, Theodore Roosevelt was considered the first conservation president of the United States.
Yet, if you walk into the Museum of Natural History here in NYC, you will encounter thousands of dioramas of death. A cornucopia of categorized corpses killed by “conservationists”.
Its exactly like the Bronx Zoo except the animals are dead and frozen in time. On the upside the smell of giraffe shit isn’t forced up your nostrils.
Little Teddy had an affinity for killing animals since he was seven years old when he saw a dead seal in the market and kept its head.
He moved on to big game hunting and started to collect his spoils for his “museum”. In order to have a scene look authentic, he and his Rough Riders would kill and collect everything in a 20 foot by 20 foot area. Everything…daddy buffalo, mama buffalo, the sick grandma…then he would dismount and snap the neck of the little ones because bullets would damage their hides.
When he had gathered all the animals, then he would move onto the plant life. Uprooting anything that casted a shadow.
Then in 1891, he struck plant gold. The mighty Sequoia trees in Northern California.
He made a battle cry to his men, “I want that goddamn tree for my museum!!”
Not only did he carry a Big Stick, but he also carried a gatling gun.
They cranked the handle of the gun and spat out round after round until the ancient tree crashed to the ground.
R.I.P. Molly Redwood
Born 550
Died 1891









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No matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to get your arms around a Sequoia. So give it up, you tree hugger.
If animals could stuff us and hang us in their houses, they probably would.
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