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Originally Posted by 1AngryTaxPayer
Ban pictures of hunting. Jesus H Christ.
Yet people are ok with others killing stuff for them. Go visit a slaughterhouse sometime. That prime rib people are eating at the local swill house didn't get there by growing it in a petri dish.
People were very very angry, and you really need to take in to account the views of the people in the local area and indeed country you are in before posing and tweeting such trophy hunts. As for the sex toy in the picture was that really necessary.
Nope, I can't agree with you on that one. On my personal list of lowest of the low child molesters and child murderers round out the top 2 with room to spare. I love animals, I'm a dog lover at heart and would never abuse an animal or cause it to suffer but if hooking up a cute little monkey to jumper cables will save the life of a child, red is positive and black is negative.
Can anyone explain to me why this was a trophy hunt, because the paper said so? This guy went specifically just for this animal and this animal only....
Can anyone explain to me why this was a trophy hunt, because the paper said so? This guy went specifically just for this animal and this animal only....
I once almost rented a condo from a man whose trophy hunting put him in sociopath territory, in my opinion.
I went to his house to sign the lease, and in his living room and dining room, seven menacing 6-7 foot bears loomed over you from various places (with another one he had just killed a few weeks ago in the UP of Michigan soon to arrive). The walls were lined with animal heads and antlers, dozens of them, and a the mounted bodies of wolves and coyotes and bobcats and mountain lion took up whatever room was left along the walls. Animal pelts with their heads still attached were thrown over the back of the couch and all of the chairs, as well as on the floor as rugs and mounted on the walls.
And this was only part of his collection, he proudly told me. There was a lot more in other parts of his very large house. I was overwhelmed by all that meaningless, senseless death. What kind of person gets such pleasure out of killing for killing's sake?
I did not rent the place.
I would think Mrs. Psychopath would have a hard time with all that extra dusting, or perhaps there wasn't a Mrs. Psychopath.
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