Killing for Sport, for Fun, for. . .Killing. Seems childish in an ignorant way, doesn’t it? Kids can be cruel and rather heartless toward other living things sometimes. Not pretty. Then, of course, most of them Grow Up. Most learn that killing for fun doesn’t make a person a better human being or the world a better place. In fact, it puts one’s Humanity into question. In mature adults, Ethics and Reason take the place of Ignorance and Irrational Cruelty.
Speaking of people who choose not to grow up: This Texas Cheerleader and soon-to-be-Hunting Host (“African Wildlife Hunting Cheerleader” -Faux News) has quite the publicity stunt: Blasting the Beasts, to Save Them!
Warning note: I always hate to stir up folks with big guns (especially those with small minds), but this young lady needs a serious education.
Listen to how she justifies her animal slaughter with a little “twisted history lesson”:
“Our 26th President of the United States, Theodore Roosevelt, has been labeled by many as the Father of Conservation,” Jones wrote. “He helped create and establish the United States Forestry Service, which would later become the National Forest Service. Roosevelt created five national parks (doubling the previously existing number); signed the landmark Antiquities Act and used its special provisions to unilaterally create 18 national monuments, including the Grand Canyon; set aside 51 federal bird sanctuaries, four national game refuges, and more than 100 million acres’ worth of national forests. But he was a hunter, too, right? He killed the same species that hunters now chase today under a mound of anti-hunting pressure. Yet, how can it be possible that someone can love the earth, and take from the Earth in the name of conservation? For some folks, they’ll never understand. For the rest of us … we were born that way. God Bless Teddy.”
Yes, sure, “God bless Teddy.” She’s right, a little. Teddy was first and foremost a Conservationist, a Naturalist who Loved Wildlife. And, he was a hunter. . .100 years ago. He hunted BEFORE so many species were threatened with extinction and endangered by too many humans killing them for the Joy of Killing.
Here’s how this Gun Happy Hunter describes shooting “the Dangerous 7” at the age of 14:
In 2008, Jones shot her first animal — a white rhinoceros — in South Africa at age 13, and also brought back other animals, including an impala, kudu and mountain reedbuck. A year later, she returned to finish her quest for Africa’s so-called Big 5 — lion, elephant, buffalo, leopard, and rhinoceros — and took down an elephant, a charging buffalo and a lion.
“Unfortunately, I did not get a chance to take a leopard on this trip, so I returned 2 weeks later for another 14-day safari,” Jones’ Facebook profile continues. “This time I got my leopard, and also took down a hippo to get 6 of the Dangerous 7 at the age of 14! I was lucky enough to have all of my hunting adventures professionally videoed [sic] and put onto DVD.”
Imagine the thrill, the joy, the orgasm that she must have had blasting away at these “dangerous” beasts! Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!! Well, this isn’t OZ, and you’re not Dorothy.
I guess it’s her “right” to kill these animals. I guess it’s her “right” to be a Cheerleader for Dead Animals. Hip hip hooray.
But I’m guessing that if her pretend “hero,” Teddy Roosevelt were alive today, he may tell her the story of his trip to Yellowstone with John Burroughs followed by his camp-out with John Muir in Yosemite (1903). He put down his guns to appreciate the wonder and beauty and pure joy of Living Creatures that Belong to No One and Everyone. He indeed “chased” the wild animals. . .to watch them, to delight in them, to Learn about Them.
And, if he were reading about this Proud Young Killer today, Teddy might sit her down and tell her the story of a campfire chat with John Muir.
“At one point, by the campfire, Roosevelt began telling his yarns about big game hunting. Muir, however, was bored and was singularly unimpressed. ‘Mr Roosevelt,’ he asked, ‘when are you going to get beyond the boyishness of killing things. . . . Are you not getting far enough along to leave that off?’ After a moment’s pause Roosevelt, in a softer voice than usual, replied, ‘Muir, I guess you are right.’ ”
(Douglas Brinkley, The Wilderness Warrior)
Though TR never gave up hunting, he was a strong promoter of using a camera rather than a rifle.
We might hear the Great Naturalist President tell Ms. Jones: “Little lady. I may have never fully grown up, with my killing of animals. But YOU can grow up. Mr. Muir was right. Be a Cheerleader for the Love of Living Things. The world could use more of that. Bully for the Wild Things!”
She COULD grow up. But then again, a Big Gun in your hand and a dead animal under your feet can make you feel SO grown up.
Let’s work to Educate Not Exterminate. . .