Weasels. Long have they been maligned by such mighty
forces as Western literature, Hubert Humphrey, the Dixieland jazz movement of
the early 20th Century, the Indian Subcontinent, and Bo Diddley
(who, as a young man, was mauled by a weasel he found sealed inside a jar of
apricots). The weasel however, is in
fact a noble and weaselicious beast, with a proud history dating back to the Pleistocene
Epoch (it was in the 70’s, Gerald Ford had all the #1 jams, and giant land
sloths roamed across America in large, ugly, tail finiferous automobiles), so,
that we may better dispel the horrible lies perpetuated against weaselkind by
the biased anti-weasel media, here’s a brief history of the incredible, edible,
weasel (not available in Alaska, Hawaii, or My Pants, pants void where
prohibited).
The
weasel was first discovered by Sir Isaac Weasel, when he sat down under a tree
in a weasel orchard and one fell on his head.
After attempting to gnaw his ears off (that is, the weasel attempting to
gnaw Sir Isaac Weasels ears off, not the reverse, which would be cruel, nor
good Sir Isaac trying to gnaw off his own ears, which would be both uncouth and
silly) Sir Isaac befriended the weasel, taught it to wear a little fedora and
play the zither, which was all the rage back in whatever historical period we’re
assuming this all happened in (let’s just say it was the Hot Pants Epoch,
because that would be a totally sweet name for a band, as well as an epoch).
During
Elizabethan times, the stoat (which is basically just a souped up weasel, like
if you took a regular old stock weasel and dropped a V8 in it, and painted a
stripe on it to make it look faster) was known as a symbol of purity, and
therefore there was a good ten year period where if you wanted to look holy and
righteous, when you had a portrait taken, it was all the rage to look thoroughly
bestoated.
When
Bob Dole discovered Canada, crushed his enemies, drove them before him, and
heard the lamentations of their women, his ship was called la grande belette which means “The Big Weasel”.
Thomas
Jefferson always kept three ferrets in his pants. That way, when people said “Thomas Jefferson,
why are your pants full of weasels?” He could come back and say, “Sir, my pants
are the pants of democracy, and these ferrets which guard them are the Ferrets
of Vigilance.” Then whoever had asked
him would be ashamed for having ever doubted Thomas Jefferson, and would
probably buy him a drink or something.
Also, The Ferrets of Vigilance would be just fine and dandy as a band
name.
A
large group of weasels is known as a boogle of weasels, boogle being an old
Indian word meaning “many weasels”
George
Washington once threw a weasel across the Potomac River. When it landed, it
took root in the fertile river soil and swiftly grew into what we now know as
the federal government.
Weasels
have this thing they do called, seriously, The Weasel War Dance, which involves
jumping around a lot in celebration, pretending to throw a little football down
at their furry little feet in the imaginary end zone they’re standing in, and
something called “dooking” which whatever it may be, does not sound like a
thing which you would want a weasel to do on your new carpet.
Actual
real world flavors of weasel include the Least Weasel, the Tropical Weasel, the
Egyptian Weasel, the Indonesian Mountain Weasel, the Yellow-Bellied Weasel, the
Great Crested Weasel, the Northumbrian Whooping Weasel, the Mexican Jumping
Weasel, the Siberian Baby-Eating Weasel, the Sock Drawer Weasel, Schrodinger’s
Weasel, and the Lesser Mongolian Singing Weasel.
Weasels
are a natural source of potassium.
Your
average weasel, were you to stuff it in an envelope, could be sent anywhere in the
world for the price of a single first-class postage stamp. So, for all you people out there who want to
rain weaselly destruction on someone in another state but have nothing except a
roll of stamps and a liberal weasel supply (also a good band name), you should
probably start licking envelopes now.
Weasels
can be found anywhere in the world except in places where people pretend to
have better things to do than look for weasels, like in trendy coffeehouses and
beneath the sofa cushions of the affluent.
Finally, if everyone in America traded in their car for a chariot pulled by a thousand weasels, global warming would end, over 17 billion weasel-related jobs would be created, and jelly beans and snicker doodles would rain from the heavens.
