A wild New Year for our tribe

Celebrate with me! This year I met Singapore's most illustrious (lady) shark advocate; Costa Rica's (lady) jaguar champion; and India's (lady) army of lion rangers.

And our project gained a snow-leopard spokes-gentleman in Switzerland with a deep connection to Tibet's Dalai Lama. 

ཐུགས་རྗེ་ཆེ་། (thanks) Tenzin!

Fear not: networking all over the world has given teeth to "Fanged Wilds" (Click for photos.) Thanks for adding your own smile to those teeth!

This month I tracked paw prints in Transylvanian snow. There, bears, wolves and lynx are at home in the mountains as they have been for millennia. May they find refuge in more places, tended by our tribe, folks like you.

Romania

Wolves are even spotted near Paris. Farmers there receive over $400 for a sheep kill. 

As you know, what communities get from predators is so much more: this howl: "Killing nature may be the death of our own species."

We will survive!

Extinction is final. So much pollution is animal abuse. I don't get money for defending those animals, I get a soul more immense than death. Since the first Earth Day in 1970, environmentalism has failed. Yet bonafide miracles have transpired from Fanged Wilds. The least of those was that, instead of profiting the (horribly polluting) airline industry, I've been able to fly at their expense. Look for miracles in your own life as we continue to honor ALL creation... even the bloodthirsty beasts in the dark caves of Transylvania (or wherever their blameless fangs may shine.)

Does the humor of our project inspire creative action from otherwise passive ladies?

Singapore fur

I prove what one small, squeaky "hag" can do for the planet. Like a sexy bimbo making a man look good, Fanged Wilds draws attention to wildlife, bolstering more forgettable conservation efforts. While I have fun, my sacrifice of dignity and livelihood is moral authority over the capitalist juggernaut driven by consumerism.

Lombok isn't all garbage

Not that I don't like plastic. In Lombok I met a young Australian tourist who was scared of snorkeling because of Great Whites. I convinced Sarah that swimming with reef sharks wasn't just safe, it's phenomenal. With glee I gifted her my own plastic snorkel. Imagine all the delights she soon discovered.

Yes, Sarah may be eaten by a Great White. It'll be my fault. Darn!

Grabbing a Fanged Wilds flyer

I couldn't believe Kathy Xu (of The Dorsal Effect) used the F-word but she really did in one of her pleas. Should I take that step? Our ecosystem is so f#ked, acts of desperation may seem justified. But please believe that real magic has happened to me that wouldn't have occurred without my (traveling alone, going public against violent opponents, putting myself last) risking martyrdom. 

At first I was afraid. I was petrified. Embrace danger!

Bali

Like sharks, "Fanged Wilds" keeps moving forward.Thanks for joining this journey.

♪♫Tonight I'm going to party like nature was still in 1999.♪♫

Here's to the future of our wild LIFE!

V.C. Bestor

Director, 

Fanged Wilds and Women Program

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Our National Geographic Expedition

 Fanged Wilds' "Expedition Granted" entry:

As the climate corrodes civilization, maternal instinct is key to avoiding chaos. Even little girls' love for animals is a force with which to reckon. Bloodthirsty predators empower their saviors: for instance, the female rangers at Gir's lion reserve thrill gender-biased rural India, where women often literally don't have a place at the table.

Leopard print is already everywhere, a sexy fashion divorced from its original owner. Let's make it a symbol of feminine fierceness rescuing biodiversity.

Women make powerful choices when we identify with dangerous carnivores. 

From the lion rangers in Gujarat to a jaguar champion in Costa Rica, I cheer on women who protect charismatic megafauna. I'd like to recycle leopard-spot apparel from National Geographic readers to those brave animal advocates, be they on the steppes, in jungles, or in the 'burbs of our most famous national parks. Winning fifty thousand dollars from the "Expedition Granted" Contest could let me give real meaning to leopard-print clothing!

Who am I? I wrote a novel, "Pax of Wildly Women," and blog about my low-carbon solo forays abroad (thanks to free airline benefits from a friend.) Think globally, Grizzly Mamas: look where even someone as aged and squeaky as I dare explore alone. I personify the possibility that "weakness is strength": I'm embraced by strangers in foreign cultures. (Do women talk too much? I'm a polyglot. I spoke Hindi in January, Spanish in April, French and German this week... and I hope Russian by December!)

Me with Kurdish Syrian Refugees

Humor and giggles are weapons against Global Warming. "Fanged Wilds and Women Program" is inherently funny. In some countries, it's revolutionary for women to wear what they want. What if they wear fangs? 

I'd like to visit Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan to encourage their tiger reintroduction projects and get more women involved. Turkey and Iran have leopards who need my love. I'd hike, bike, or crawl to save species. What will you do to help me?

National Geographic filled a bookshelf in a room where something happened... that should never happen to a child. Metaphorically speaking, your magazine's iconic photos of bare-breasted Africans suckled me as a little girl. You defined my horizons... and my escape. From a battered victim to an international adventurer, I've become a "fanged woman." Feed me!

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Who's judging you?

Even a bimbo knows that economics has moral implications. (Did I get paid to use the word “Bimbo”?) It may be critical to be critical. Judges are a symbol of the intellect. Can you discern what is best? Yet spiritual seekers are admonished, “Don't judge!” (Matt7:1) So you may relinquish your powers of discernment to your psychic guru, a priest, or the nearest craft store as advised by smiling evangelist politicians.

Oh, you noticed the “Hobby Lobby” decisions by the United States Supreme Court. The Supremes made a law that corporations can dictate what insurance coverage female employees get for birth control.

Some folks see that as sexist, partly because the judges voting in favor were all men.

There have been nine men on the Supreme Court.
Why not nine women?

Reproductive functions are the most animal part of us. Humans can be diminished by genitalia. Or an individual can separate herself from beasts by making her own ethical decisions. For many women and politicians, a fundamental decision is to plump their own personal interests by pandering to male sexual insecurities. Too bad for the result: overpopulation now threatens to cause mass extinction.

This doesn't concern you. There are ants to be counted while tigers die. Take a long, deep breath. Lots of sophisticates practice “mindfulness.” It helps us stay in touch with our bodies and intuition: suspend judgment, because “It's all good.” Yet you may recall I was upset when a WiseMan™ challenged me, “How do you know mass extinction is bad?”

Photo: “Tier im Recht” Foundation

How? I am a judge.

Another judge, this one an actual court-enthroned one, just made a decision to save the planet. This “Game Changer for the Climate” ruling gives endangered species a chance to survive:

"A federal judge has blocked a coal project in the wilds of Colorado because federal agencies failed to consider the future global-warming damages from burning fossil fuels."

In a land where “a corporation is a person, with a religion,” it is novel to ascribe an economic value to the harm that business practices make to actual living, breathing individuals who DIE.

Global Warming also kills countless animals. If you care about wildlife and other mortals, please...
...be a judge!

A sense of justice fuels righteous indignation, which is a clean-burning, sustainable energy source.

Are you worried that you'll get sucked into politics or something messy? Afraid of losing your privacy if you sign a petition?


I decided to ignore my own safety by going public about mass extinction in 2009. I threw caution to the "extreme weather event." In five years, the worst repercussion for me has been spam in my inbox. "But... what will people think? And how will God judge me?" Though I too was a trembling chicken, I was willing to lose all. 

Instead I've just annoyed a few jerks. 

Being a voice - and piggy bank - for Mother Nature and other oppressed females has, I judge, given me more integrity than anything else ever could. Moral authority is money to my soul. It even enriches my soul to protest when my government prompts a corporation to stick his religion in my uterus. 

If a corporation could die, when he gets to the Leafy Gates he should be judged by a tribunal of extinct species. A dinosaur might say, "He didn't honor my grave. In fact, he burned me big time."

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