Three Amigos. Chapter 640.
I have already written about my day but I promised the paid subscribers that I am not going to constantly badger them with my monkey versus dog obsession. I find history interesting.
Those who are ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it.
I would not mind wagering my hard-earned greenbacks on a contest between a monkey and a dog. In 1820s New Orleans, that was good entertainment.
If paid subscribers do not want to read about my research in monkey versus dog fighting, I cannot blame them. I will talk about the rest of my day behind the paywall. The best stuff happens behind the paywall. I had a real adventure today.
Club friends smoke cigars.
Paid subscribers can skip the next couple of dog v. monkey fighting lore paragraphs if you are not interested. A book will be coming out soon. I will give you the signal where you can stop skimming and start paying attention to what is happened today, in today’s New Orleans. I will write something in bold type with italics that it is time to start reading again after the paywall.
I will write it like this:
We are about to go behind the paywall. What follows next contains no monkey news.
I think you cannot see the paywall if you are a paid subscriber. I never see it. Here is what I will do: I will type this when it is time for paid subscribers who are tired of reading about me obsessing about the idea of a gibbon bludgeoning a rat terrier to death.
People used to pay a nickel to see two dogs fight to the death, or, for variety’s sake a dog dispatch a pack of rats in a bloodbath red in tooth and claw. On good nights, when admission cost a dime, the signature match that would generate all the excitement in the arena, was a monkey versus a dog.
Always bet on the monkey.
During the bout, somebody from the crowd tossed Mr. Bonobo a billy club. That gibbon did not need a weapon. He was built to be pure weapon, all muscle and reach. No dog, not a terrier, not a poodle, not a Doberman pincer is a match for a gibbon with bloodlust who has been starved for two days before the match. M. Bonobo had a hunger for blood and victory.
Newspaper accounts and private letters document it all. It is all very interesting, if you are interested in the history of New Orleans animal versus animal blood sport.
We are about to go behind the paywall. What follows next contains no monkey news.
You get what you pay for.