Trophy Hunting

Recently there’s been a lot of news about trophy hunters; the most recent tragedy being what I will call an ambush and torturous kill (assassination really) of Cecil. I use those terms to describe this magnificent animal’s demise because strapping a slab of meat on a vehicle to lure Cecil out of his protected sanctuary only to be shot with an arrow, is not very sportsman like in my opinion. The arrow, sadly enough, did not kill Cecil right away, causing the lion king to suffer for 40 hours to be finally put out of his misery with a bullet. To add insult to injury, this so-called sportsman, Walter Palmer, beheaded and skinned Cecil, leaving behind his headless corpse.

Now I’m not a hunter, but I do understand it if it’s a matter of survival or part of an ever-growing trend of "Eat What You Kill"; I get that. Actually, the latter is probably a lot healthier than the packaged meat you get at the super market with all sorts of steroids, antibiotics and who knows what else. What I don’t get is killing some animal just for the sake of killing it; to stick its head on a wall; bragging rights; posing with it and posting on the Internet; etc. Like Sabrina Corgatelli who thought it necessary to kill a giraffe. According to her, giraffes “are very dangerous animals that could hurt you very seriously.” I suppose if you startled one, yeah, you might get a (well deserved) kick in the head, but I have not heard a lot about herds of giraffes arbitrarily attacking. As far as I know, and I could be wrong, giraffes are fairly docile animals, usually minding their own business, but if you startle them, they’ll liable to react; much like horses do.

I might have more respect for these sportsmen if they did their hunting the old fashion way. Early on, before the development of weapons that could kill an animal from hundreds of yards away, we humans used to track down animals on foot and had to get up close and personal to take them out. This to me would be a more praiseworthy fight than what’s done today (like constructing a platform fifteen feet up a tree and killing an animal from above; yeah, that’s fair).

And that’s all I have to say about that.

Obituary of Common Sense

Found this in the comments section of some news post …

An Obituary printed in the London Times…..Absolutely Dead Brilliant!!

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

  • Knowing when to come in out of the rain
  • Why the early bird gets the worm
  • Life isn’t always fair
  • And maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death:

  • by his parents, Truth and Trust
  • by his wife, Discretion
  • by his daughter, Responsibility
  • and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers:

  • I Know My Rights
  • I Want It Now
  • Someone Else Is To Blame
  • I’m A Victim
  • Pay me for Doing Nothing

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.