Normally I wouldn't care.
But after the bat debacle [welcome to histamosis in the attic], this takes the pileo'horsedung prize.
Whota buncha freakin' effette wusses. Period.
"Carnage?" Get a bleepin life, der buddy. Them foxes ain't vegatarians, regardless of what the PETAphiles preach. They are bloody carnivorous reality. And so are hunters, BTW. And trappers. Most trappers just aren't hanging out at the Clays Range; they're out workin'.
Buncha Ramensuckin' noodlebrains, or what, here?
WE are predators. We KILL things. We take out their guts, and take off their hides and cook and eat them. We USE them. If they are competitive predators, we kill enough of them to enable us to contol that desired resource. We have bloody hands.
You can't and shouldn't soft pedal that. Quit apologizing, quit philosiphizing and rub the PETAsuckers noses right in it. Screw them looony tunes and say so, loudly and often. Rub y'r self with dirt and rancid animal fat, wear an uncured skin and show up AR publicity events claiming that YOUR historic rights as a human being are being VIOLATED by these twit brains.
A good place to start is at HSUS headquarter and outside Wayne Pacelle's Manahatten townhouse, eh?
And no, I don't GAF what your reply is, or if you don't like what I said. Burn up those keyboards all ya want; it's just bleepin electrons. Anywayz, follow y'r placatory lead, and keyboard hunting is all we'll have left by the time the AR-ists and their Bad Gun allies get thru taking y'r well dressed, polit, appeasing selves to the political woodshed.
Good God, now I remember why I quite reading these things. Barf.
Cordially,
John Meeker,
who's gonna take his Chessies and go kill some flying edible things with his his cheap, used Mossberg camo'd Utilimag.
