Hunting me for fun does not make you more of a man, but it does make you less of a human being September 6, 2013

1235055_679960385367494_898027930_nHi there. I hope everyone had a nice end to the week. Last night I mentioned a picture of a wolf with a message i was going to share. The picture was from another page and it was not there today, I apologize. This image is off of Google. I’m not sure where it came from. The message in the other picture was; ” Hunting me for fun does not make you more of a man, but it does make you less of a human being.” Everybody Loves Sammy has written on this many times. People use the word ” tradition ” a lot to sit with what they have done. Look, quite clearly, you can use as many euphemisms as you want but in the end, its murder. Veganism or being a vegetarian is the only way to end this madness. Let other people commit these sins and hopefully they will stop as well. The pain these animals feel is real. Let’s go back to the classic example, ” If a tree falls in a forest but nobody saw it, did it really fall?” The answer is of course it did. So lets rephrase that, ” If our clothes or food comes to us without seeing the bloodshed, screams and cries, does that mean they weren’t there?” Of course not. The things I see on some of these websites out there are unfathomable. There are parts of the world where they put a bull’s horns on fire and watch it spread throughout. Can you imagine calling this a ” tradition.” The pigs, cows, the pit bulls, monkey’s, dolphins, seals, roosters, whales and chickens all  being experimented on. Who said the ” Lord of the Flies ” philosophy is the way. Everything we kill feels pain just like us. They feel the fear, the emotional loss and the physical pain that we do. Silent consent or an omission of facts, we have all learned through experience, is as bad as the act of doing or lying about it.

Moving on, If you need the male bonding, ” I am man, hear me roar ” thing, put a football game on, and do 10 chest bumps instead of two, Maybe eat 4 bags of potato chips and pretzels and talk about the good old days. You don’t need the feel of the kill to do the male bonding thing. Or put on some boxing gloves and kick each other’s butt.

And with all that said I’m going to lay down. I feel a lot of pain when i write these things which probably indicates that I shouldn’t write them. Um, no Scott, then you will be committing silent consent. Okay that’s right, so i wont do that, we will keep writing.

Amen. Love Sammy & Family.

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