It began harmlessly enough. One over-sized rabbit downtown commemorating I don’t know what for tourists to come and take their pictures next to.
In the ’90s, Jack Ben was even popular enough to make it in a promotional commercial for the state of Texas. A middle-aged couple talked about the Alamo, the San Jacinto monument and that “big ol’ jackrabbit in West Texas.”
And I dealt with it. He brought people here, which was good for the economy, and Jack Ben and I kept our distance.
Then in 2004, some slobbering imbeciles or consorts of Satan got the bright idea to make more of them, more of these 6-foot-tall bunny abominations, and place them all over town.
I hate that horrible hare and all his Jamboree progeny. I hate them, and I can’t stand to see them around anymore.
ADJ 