Bat Shit

There are two General Public entrances to Carsbad Caverns, one by elevator that goes down 75 stories into the tomb and another one that starts at the top that you walk down. But only when the bats ain't there, which is in the winter. In the summer there's a million bats there and I PRESUME it's off limits because in the National Park system, animals in the Park take WHOPPING MUCHO MEGA precedence over you - you being the poor dumb asshole paying the Rangers who are going out of their way to fuck up your having a good time at the National Parks. So I'm goin' down this wind-y, bendy concrete no-slip trail into the hole and the bats are gone and all their shit is there. Everyone says it reeks but it smelled ok to me. I been to biker events that smelled worse. This was ok, didn't seem like no big deal to me. I find our Nigger Elect more offensive. There was a Ranger nearby, and looking at all the shit and imagining the bats hanging above it upside down, i said "If the bats have their asses higher than their heads, don't the shit drip down their backs first and then drain off their fucking faces before it hits the floor?" He said if I wanted to continue down the trail and not be driven out of the Park to just shut up and keep walking. This sort of thing has been going on with me regarding my questions about the world I live in since the first grade. And people wonder why I hate authority. It's because authority is moronic. If I'd'a been packin' a gun like he was I think our discussion woulda been a lot more civilized. He woulda thought-out his response a little more thoroughly. I'm sure of it. And maybe at least answered my fucking question.