Yesterday, I posted about a 75-year-old woman beating to death a fawn, and a lot of you seemed to disagree with making a big deal out of that. Well, call me a Gaia worshiper, but I don’t people should beat to death a baby animal. It just doesn’t seem right. If you really need a baby animal dead, snap its neck, drown it, or shoot it in the face. But beating it to death seems excessive.
I guess I’m a treehugger.
We don’t even punch baby hippies in the face, and hippies are much lower on the totem pole than animals.
beat hippies not cute little animals.
I oughta punch you right in your hippy face.
Anyone who’d beat a faun to death with a shovel….can’t be all bad.
This is not the Frank I thought I knew.
Is bullfighting ok?
beat hippies not cute little animals. Unless your really, really hungry and have run out of ammo.
Man… some bambi back ribs …smoked on the grill sounds really good
My opinion on this subject depends on the answer to the question: Do Code Pink wackos qualify as animals?
Well…? Did she eat it? If not, then it’d be a shame. Besides, baby deer remnants make for good azalea fertilizer. Talk about your multi-tasking!
As smelly, dumb animals that should be beaten – yes.
As cute, loveable animals that should be admired – no way in hell.
I knew you were a hippie, Frank. What if they’re mouthing off to you?
If you had ever had you peafield or blueberries wiped out by deer. or your corn ruined by coons or that enemy of man, the beaver, dam up your property – then you would have a deep appreciation for the old lady. I wish she lived next door.
I can remember my 95 year old grandmother going out with a hoe to pull down jaybird nests to stomp the little ones to death because they would ruin her pecans.
I love cleaning my Baretta after an afternoon at the range….
But I tell thee truly…there is something seriously wrong with any human being that can beat those cute little fluffballs to death. Forget the fact that they grow up to be ill-tempered, smelly seal thingys. The act of crushing an infant animal’s skull is inhumane…..then again, maybe too human.
I’m all worked up now. I’m gonna punch the next long-hair I see….and I’m putting the maloik on those evil seal hunters.
Baby seals. My problem was always with the baby seals. And those jerks that clubbed ’em. If they were half a man they would have drilled for oil in the heads like Dick Cheney.
Punching hippies in their dumb monkey faces is one thing… Cruelty to an animal is quite another! As a lover of both nature and animals I could never harm a young animal of any kind!
Getting Cheech & Chong flashbacks:
“Save the whales, but shoot them #$%^&@ seals, man!”
You must remember killing baby seals is part of the traditional right of passage among Canadian males to attain manhood. It is part of these primitive people’s culture and should not be judged by our obviously higher standards of decency and fair play.
I know I’m in the minority on this one, but I’ve always felt animal cruelty laws were stupid. Any law which dictates morality without any implication on justice is an unnecessary restriction on freedoms.
Fawn has it’s neck snapped, or is slowly skinned alive… either way it ends up dead, neither way are any persons’ rights infringed.
Animal cruelty laws are about on par with a law banning the eating of beef to avoid offending hindus.
Morality should come from your family and peers, not from government, or else it has no real hold over you.
I *ALWAYS* thought Tumnus got off way too easy for selling the Pevensies out to the evil queen. Screw fauns.
Fawns in the garden? I can live with that, even ripping off flower heads and consuming my ‘shrooms.
I’ll save my punching hand for those in DC who know exactly what they’re doing, depleting my accounts, my country, and my patience.
as long as you eat the animal—-the method of killing it doesn’t matter to me
I agree with ussjimmycarter, I’d be the same way. I didn’t grow up as a hunter or butcher. I appreciate their hard work and industry, but I couldn’t do that. I pay for their services on the retail end.
I used to shoot cute little gophers with my brother out on the farm in South Dakota when we were kids. Their little heads would pop up out of a hole to look around, then BAM!, bullet in then nogin. Lots of fun.
Sometimes they would hop and dance around for a few minutes after you shot them. Ahhh. . . the memories.
Now I live in a city. Can’t shoot anything. Not even the people begging for money. And they aren’t any different than gophers. Just bothersome with no productive value.
“I can remember my 95 year old grandmother going out with a hoe to pull down jaybird nests to stomp the little ones to death because they would ruin her pecans.”
She’s in hell now, you know.
I would beat a hippie to death too if it was eating my fruit trees, grapes, or my wife’s flowers. I do not care what part of the totem pole it sits on. But I would have a moral problem throwing its stinking carcass on the bbq.
Would this be a case of fawndling?
Not like you to take the easy way out! First, there are no “baby” deer this time of the year. If it couldn’t outrun a 75 year old woman, it wasn’t going to last long anyway. Second, this was merely a late term abortion! See, now it doesn’t seem so bad, does it?