In the ridiculously awesome movie Red Dawn, a small, rag-tag crew of red-blooded American high school kids (featuring, yes, Patrick Swayze and Charlie Sheen) experience a Soviet invasion and are forced into the woods, far away from home and alone. They decide to form a group—the Wolverines, named after their high-school mascot—and fight back against the invaders. They dwindle in number, but no matter how small they become, they end up successful, and, one would expect, lonely.
I mention this excellent metaphor of the pride of individualism in American popular—nay, spiritual—culture to introduce yet another. See, a lone wolverine (a real wolverine) has been found in California. The strange thing about this is, well, the wolverine has been assumed extinct in California for nearly 90 years. Nobody’s really sure how the poor guy got there, but it’s clear he’s very lonely; his nearest friends are probably two states away.
But, like the aforementioned Wolverines, I expect, as an American, even as an America Wolverine, he will have no problem, as loneliness is not a problem to overcome. Nay, it is a source of strength. Like the greatest of Galt-esque Americans, “They are, after all, loners who stake out remote territory, avoid people and feast on insects, berries, small animals and carrion.”
“[W]olverines are immensely strong for their size and have been known to defend scavenged meat against much larger predators, including bears.”
Indeed.
WOLVERINES!!!!!!1