Why of course those New Mexican wild mustangs, running free, they are the cause of wars, financial problems, poverty, religious tensions. Or is it his spirit brother – the red, brown, white, black, yellow man – who has given up on mustangs, and replaced him for lucre?

No, it is those free, last vestiges of horses running, those mustangs, they for sure are the “root cause.” Kill them; of course kill what is free. It is not hard; you get money and the economy improves.

Lust for money has destroyed human spirit, along with it, those horse spirits, a kind of suicide.

Some even go so far as to say spies – the secret police – and defunct apparatchiks, are the culprits. Oh, really? Other chime in, no, it happens to be those sea otters stealing abalone, as if they can say no to stealing, as if there even is a law.

Humans are great at wrongly blaming others, rarely blaming themselves. The red, brown, white, black, yellow man looking in his mirror sees the “root cause” and should be pained, turns away, for his own look indicts his soul. Humans are quick to wrongly blame, yet sloth to accept responsibility, when called out as a “wrongly blamer.” Telltale sound of the “wrongly blamer” is a loud falsely indignant fart. As he gets smaller and smaller. It is like the fart gas has taken the air out of a balloon.

Earlier and more succinctly Samuel Clemens expressed it, “It ain’t what you know that gets you in trouble, it’s what you think you know that just ain’t so.”

Equinus, a good, a steady friend, blames not.