The Land of Ten Thousand Bastards

 January 6, 2026

   Somewhere in the land where cream and bastards rise.

Daily Whip Out:

"Mexico Reaps The Whirlwind"

The Land of 10,000 Bastards

   Does certain terrain attract certain people? Yes, of course. Think about it. Gower's Gulch, Skeleton Canyon, the Badlands, the Potomac, Rio Pico (south end), Agua Fria, Big Bug Creek. . .I could go on, but you get the picture. Every once in a while there is a large splash of land, in this case running east and west along the southern border of the United States from the Colorado River to the Rio Grande where a large, inordinate share of very elite bastardos lived, rode and died in the dust of the borderlands.

   Let's take a look at a few of the very best, muy malo, Bastardos who have inhabited this srange strata of land. . .

Daily Whip Out: "The Blue-eyed Bastardo"

Also known as Diablo de Ojos de Azules, the vaquero from Old Sonora came of age in the Mexican Revolution and his many crimes were covered up by his many supporters on both sides of the border.

Daily Whip Out: "Blackjack Bastardo"

  He got kicked out of his own gang for being a dick. Tom "Blackjack" Ketchum then decided to rob a train all by himself but he failed at that and when they hanged him in Clayton, New Mexico, his head came off. He deserved it.

The Baja Hinny

   He set a course across the Yuma sand dunes that is still talked about today. I know, it's not very bastardo behavior, but tell that to the Hinny.

"Old Kankersore"

   Theories vary on the sobrequet, but one thing is certain, he was an open-wound-walking.

Lester Moore

Infamous for the poem on his made up headstone:

"Here lies Lester Moore

four slugs from a forty-four

no less, no more."

"Life On The Line"

   He managed them all, except one. She never rode for free.

"Nothing changes more than the past."

—Old Vaquero Saying