Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs for February 17, 2024

The will of the “wasp”.

I guess as soon as Tarzan has this guy grabbed in a “full Nelson”, he’ll start to “whip” like a child..

Blackjack County Chains

Song by Del McCoury Band

“I was standin’ by the road in Black Jack County

Not knowing that the Sheriff paid a bounty

For men like me who didn’t have a penny to their name

He locked my legs in 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains

All we had to eat was bread and water

Every day we had to build his road, a mile and a quarter

A black snake whip would sting our backs

If some poor fool complained

But we couldn’t fight back wearin’ 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains

And one night as the Sheriff lay sleepin’

We all gathered ‘round him, slowly creepin’

Heaven help me to forget that night in the cold, cold rain

When we beat him to death with 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains

The wounds have all healed and I’m thankful

And there’s nothin’ left but scars around my ankle

The best of all, no man will ever be a slave again

To a black snake whip and 35 pounds of Black Jack County chains

Best of all, no man will ever be a slave again"

Anything to stretch a tale which already a stretch eh.

Tarzan will soon whip him into shape……..

“We now pause for the Sunday Tarzan…in colour!”

Why did the tune by Queen pop into my head? “Another one bites the dust”

What are “the ape manners”? Flinging excrement? Picking lice?

Everybody still seems to be forgetting that the slaves still have all of the guns.

There ya go, Trig….make sure you take a big swig of poor old Donald McNab’s rot-gut whiskey before you tangle with Tarzan….it will be your last!