You know this guy, right? He’s a leaning cowboy, and he is wall art. Please do not parade your racial insensitivity and call him a black cowboy. I saw this guy hanging out on the wall of a garage out in the middle of nowhere. Predictably, there were other examples of very sophisticated yard art displayed in close proximity, the combination of whose spinning power might very well supply enough energy to run the garage beer cooler. I can only guess that the owners had recently returned from Windmill Con.
Perhaps the most impressive piece on display stood proudly opposite our friend, the leaning cowboy. He looked something like this, except that, like Tex, he was nailed up on a white wall.
As you can see, the long, feathered headdress suggests a stereotypical Plains individual. I may have neglected mentioning the fact that these folks were spotted neither on the Plains or in anything that could be considered “West,” unless the year were 1786. Another curious feature of this arrangement was that the native gentleman and the leaning cowboy were not created in the same scale, resulting in the appearance of slight dwarfism on the part of the “chief.” Is it just me, or could this be viewed as problematic? Are the enormous Monarch butterflies that surround them on the wall supposed to help to bridge the gap between them? Methinks that one would need at least giant hummingbirds to accomplish that.
Really hoping to see this conversation coming to the forefront of the election, by the way.