by Susie Duncan Sexton
He believed the collective guilt of having already eaten meat for a lifetime and laughing at animals and never stopping to face the reality of all the abuse other species suffer at the hands of humans is the primary reason humans become so stubbornly heinous. Yet, some of us become compassionate and wish to change. We are the true brave hearts. The others are cowards playing with murderous weapons. Nothing but cowards.
And as usual they – those who want to make an ugly point of their God(?)-given “dominion” over, well, everything, it seems – are once again taking their vileness and coarseness and ignorance out on the innocent – even stepping it up. Pretty odd stuff – sociopathic and psychopathic and bizarre. A bully is a bully is a bully.
Those types are as nuts toward humans as they are animals, in spite of any insincere attempts (on their part) at denial of such. Often…usually always…the swaggering grows due to gang-like behavior. Humans trying to impress other humans and to be accepted in some nightmarish club or other. Just unbelievable to observe.
But so goes history….ethnic cleansings, world wars, crusades, feeding ____ to lions, gladiator contests, rodeos, bull-fights, turtle tossing, quail shooting, and ………………… and all manner of kinky, mean, smug, creepy, stupid stuff.
Remember trying to walk home from school? And the little cliques that lay in wait? Well, those kids never change. And they seldom seem to pay for their nasty behavior. They manage to raise their little fists and display their Wal-Mart weapons in photo ops because maybe they really always wanted to be movie stars or quarterbacks or cowboys or roller derby dolls or something?
And they should have been disciplined by parents (who often maneuvered their way on to school boards) or teachers (who often wish to be popular with the meanest kids so that their work day goes smoother!).
C’mon 99% can relate to the horrors of the public school system then and now. Same old same old. And look where we all are today…putting up with the ugly fireworks I just described and whatever else the entitled want to impose on the rest of us.
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The supermarket chain Lidl is offering shoppers the chance to try reindeer meat in the run up to Christmas. Animal rights groups have made their displeasure known, saying other wild animals are being systematically shot to protect supplies for retailers, but it doesn’t seem to have stopped people from giving it a try. Would you eat reindeer meat?
- theguardian.com, Monday 8 December 2014 09.32 EST
- Yes, it’s just like any other meat
- No! I couldn’t eat Rudolph
In response to this horrible crime scene photo, a Facebook friend innocently asked me, “What is the reason they do this?”
As I’ve said before, forget hunters’ feeble rationalizations. All I could tell her was: For fun? Sport? Hate? Intolerance? An overinflated sense of entitlement? Because they’re psychopaths?
Take your pick.
It seems there are a lot of reasons people can dream up to want to kill the wildlife their area is blessed with—especially if they already have their minds made up to be intolerant. Folks need to decide to accept their animal neighbors and adopt the old adage, “live and let live.”
While speculating on a murderer’s motive might make interesting tea time conversation, when it comes down to it, I don’t want to hear their justifications, their misguided notions, how they compartmentalize their killings or objectify their victims, I just want the behavior to end—one way or another.
I support the death penalty for serial killers, the type, like Ted Bundy, who acted out his fantasies of killing, mutilating, making trophies of and perhaps even eating parts of his innocent victims—just to boost his floundering self-esteem.
People like that have forfeited the right to enjoy nature’s beauty and be a part of this wondrous living planet. Bundy’s multiple escape record and subsequent violent recidivism proved that the only way to stop his ilk from killing and killing again is to humanely end their lives once and for all.
The same goes for the trophy hunter who enjoys killing elephants, giraffes, lions, elk, sheep or wolves with equal fervor. His (or her) bloodlust is never satisfied, even after they’ve committed a “Trifecta” of murders or crossed the “Big 5” African “game” species off their hit list.
Adding insult to injury, their grandiose egos compel them to broadcast their crimes across the internet, posing sadistically with their beautiful, rare, innocent victims while grinning psychopathically—showing off their vacuous viciousness. Like a serial killer who finds further fun in terrorizing their victims’ families from prison, trophy hunters get an added thrill from knowing that their grotesque, morbid, distressing photos victimize and terrorize still others who happen upon them.
The only way to rid the world of the menace of serial killers—whether their victims are human or non-man—is to execute them (as quickly and painlessly as possible, for we are not barbarians).
First, of course, we’ll have to change to laws to be consistent.
Thanks to William for this information:
Two wolves were killed in Granite County, Montana. The older male was wounded and tracked down for over a mile, at the end of which he had desperately sought escape in a mine shaft. The husband who killed a puppy, videoed his wife LeRee (both of Royal Tine Outfitters) and himself crawling in, killing, and dragging out the older packmate’s body.
Here’s how the killers describe the incident on “Hunting Washington Forum:”
Got a couple wolfs off a kill last week. Mine was a 60 pound male pup and my wifes was a 90 pound male. Had to get hers out of a mine shaft….
And here are a sampling of the comments they received:
—You followed a wounded wolf into a mineshaft…
That’s a whole ‘nother level of crazy than I’m used to seeing on here. Way to get it done, though
—You wanna adopt me for a week or so ? I want to kill a wolf more than anything I’ve ever shot. Good job by the way……
If it ain’t dead, shoot it again at a 1000 yards !!
–Kudos to you and your wife sir!
–That there is SWEET!