By Bill Maher
[By the way, the wild boars are escapees from canned hunting compounds, like the kind that raises deer and elk for fenced-in hunting that I posed on earlier.]
New Rule: If you’re delighted to take a life, there’s something wrong with you. This photo has gone viral on the Internet because, well, just look at the size of the wild boar Jett Webb bagged in the woods of North Carolina. That’s some specimen of a pig. And the boar’s pretty big too.
It’s an 8-foot, 500-pound beauty that just moments ago was roaming proudly in the wild, and now it’s dead and I’m holding up my gun and pressing my cock against it! “This might be the best day ever!”
Now, I don’t want to blame this guy too much, because I think, if you’re from rural North Carolina and you have a name like “Jett Webb,” you’d be hard pressed not to end up in a photo like this. Plus, it’s pointed out in the article that wild pigs are an invasive species and that North Carolina is being overrun by boars – just like “Fox and Friends.”
And I get the argument that “a man’s gotta eat” and that sometimes you have to take a life to feed yourself and your family – but shouldn’t it be more of a solemn occasion?
We kill people too, when we carry out executions, but afterwards the warden and guards don’t high-five and pose with the corpse. That’s what bothers me: the trophy aspect, the absolute glee, the beaming with pride. Get over yourself. You pointed at something, pushed a button, and it died.
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