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When Alligators Attack |
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First, a look at
the alligator farm: that übertourist destination that takes full advantage
of the permission granted in Genesis for man to have dominion over all
those other creatures. Where tourists could fear the mighty reptile
from behind a fence, possibly be photographed with a live or stuffed
gator, and load up on alligator-skin handbags and shoes in the gift shop.
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Two
questions: (1) What are they eating? (2) Why are those
two guys upside down? |
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This
photo would seem to be the same farm as the one above, perhaps even
the same longsuffering gator. (Note: I hate my species.) |
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Early
on, the tourist powers that be realized the powerful draw of the
gator. |
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This
one is apparently wearing lipstick…or maybe that’s
supposed to be the blood of a hapless victim. |
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A
real Indian princess! And an authentic swamp clock! |
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These next two fellows tried to impress the folks back home with
their bravery.
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In
1918, Mr. C.G.H. sent this card to a Miss Goldie,
relying on the presence of the deadly reptile to offset
the negative effects of his five-month fever. |
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In
1913, T.S. Moody tries to convince his friend Frank that
he has been in “a scrap” with this suspiciously rigid
pair of creatures. |
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Malevolent Gators: Off the Farm, They Show
Their True Colors! |
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