Thought for the day - all about pick-a-terms
Heading off to Fairfax for some songmaking today, and then a quick visit with my beloved Tracy Sheridan. Renting a car from Toyota (and please the fates, don't stick me in a :::ick::: Prius, please).
Before I go, though, a random thought.
There are a whole lot of terms one could attach to a human being who kills for pleasure - other humans or animals. There are a lot of terms you could attach for someone who enjoys watching suffering.
Fuck the terms. Here's a simple bottom line for me:
No blood sport ever invented by our species is anything other than vile. And someone who takes pleasure in watching or participating in any of them is a sick twisted asshole whom I'd like gone now, please.
You enjoy watching bearbaiting? Dogfighting? Bullfighting? You're - oh hell, pick a term. Sociopath? Burgeoning psychopath? Waste of perfectly good protoplasm that might have been used to create something acceptable?
Pick a term and own it. And then go the hell away.
You enjoy "recreational hunting"? Fuck you, and that includes the entire British Pink Coat foxhunting brigade - you're making a ritual out of inflicting terror and death, and you suck. Yes, I'm sure there are people reading this who will bridle with righteous indignation: "Hunting isn't like dogfighting or those other things!"
Sorry, buckaroo. It really is, and you're still a pick-a-term. If you aren't eating it, you're killing for fun, and that makes you worthless, and a potential danger. I wouldn't trust you near a child, or with anything more dangerous than a plastic spoon.
I don't know whether you went wrong in the making, when the sperm met the egg, or whether you were taught to be a pick-a-term. I don't actually care. It's the result that worries me.
Actually, if you hunt for fun, I have no idea why you're reading me. You know by now exactly how I feel about it; it's not like I haven't made the position clear. If you enjoy the thrill of wearing fake army gear and crouching in a swamp and blowing ducks out of the sky with your AK-Viagra, we have zippo in common. Go away now.
Thought for the day. Have a good one.
Before I go, though, a random thought.
There are a whole lot of terms one could attach to a human being who kills for pleasure - other humans or animals. There are a lot of terms you could attach for someone who enjoys watching suffering.
Fuck the terms. Here's a simple bottom line for me:
No blood sport ever invented by our species is anything other than vile. And someone who takes pleasure in watching or participating in any of them is a sick twisted asshole whom I'd like gone now, please.
You enjoy watching bearbaiting? Dogfighting? Bullfighting? You're - oh hell, pick a term. Sociopath? Burgeoning psychopath? Waste of perfectly good protoplasm that might have been used to create something acceptable?
Pick a term and own it. And then go the hell away.
You enjoy "recreational hunting"? Fuck you, and that includes the entire British Pink Coat foxhunting brigade - you're making a ritual out of inflicting terror and death, and you suck. Yes, I'm sure there are people reading this who will bridle with righteous indignation: "Hunting isn't like dogfighting or those other things!"
Sorry, buckaroo. It really is, and you're still a pick-a-term. If you aren't eating it, you're killing for fun, and that makes you worthless, and a potential danger. I wouldn't trust you near a child, or with anything more dangerous than a plastic spoon.
I don't know whether you went wrong in the making, when the sperm met the egg, or whether you were taught to be a pick-a-term. I don't actually care. It's the result that worries me.
Actually, if you hunt for fun, I have no idea why you're reading me. You know by now exactly how I feel about it; it's not like I haven't made the position clear. If you enjoy the thrill of wearing fake army gear and crouching in a swamp and blowing ducks out of the sky with your AK-Viagra, we have zippo in common. Go away now.
Thought for the day. Have a good one.