One of the more curious contradictions I have found among Seattlelites is their professed adoration of killer whales, killer porpoises; killers pure and simple though pretty; curious because in every other respect the city’s ethos professes peace [but for football]. The reason for my puzzling about the contradiction derives from my first acquaintance with these icons in the Baja Mulege, Sea of Cortez where I once witnessed few Orcas decimate several dozen of the last few indigenous https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaquita
The smallest porpoise, nearly extinct. It took the local contingent of the Mexican coast guard quite a few hours to bury the carcasses and clean the blood from the sandy beach. Why had the Orcas killed the porpoises? – because like so many overweight Seattlelites the Orcas are gourmets, they love the belly flesh of Vaquitas, it’s their delicacy, and discard the rest. I see no reason to do anything special to make sure these killers survive in the Southern Salish, plenty of them up north, it’s a feature of this city’s provincialism to have Orcas as icons. But maybe Orcas can be taught to toss footballs about?
https://crosscut.com/2018/11/whale-watch-we-all-must-make-sacrificeshttps://crosscut.com/2018/11/whale-watch-we-all-must-make-sacrifices
NOT DOING TO BADLY AFTER ALL
