Chicago, that future gleaming broad-shouldered metropolis, was a grand general directing America’s battle against cows and nature. From the western reaches of Republic—now resplendently stretching from the Atlantic to the Pacific, cattle came from the prairies and the ranges to their appointed destiny in Chicago. Their blood spilled unto the streets, their foul innards flowed into the waters, and their cries pierced the heavens. You have two cows. They are being oppressed. Karma will take its toll in the finest of Hindu traditions.