Unnessary Deaths

This is not a normal post for me.

I’m actually talking about current events while they’re still current.

I’ve actually taken a stance on an issue – two of them, actually – and haven’t censored myself.

I haven’t included happy photographs; but, let’s face it: the topics at hand are disturbing.

Death seems to make headline news; let’s look at two of them:

Part One: Cecil the Lion

I must admit I didn’t know of Cecil the Lion until he was gone.

As a hunter, I respect laws and boundaries. For instance:

The first year I could hunt alone, a ten-point buck came within 50 yards of my stand. I raised my gun and placed the crosshairs over its heart and lungs. Yet, I did not squeeze the trigger. You see, he was standing on property I did not have permission to hunt on. Yes, it would have been easy to shoot and – if successful – drag him onto my side of the line. I knew where everyone was; no-one would know. But I would know, and I just couldn’t do it.

There appears to be universal moral outrage over Cecil’s  death. However, the outrage should be directed at the right people and at the right thing.

A casual scroll through #CecilTheLion on Twitter reveals numerous threats against the dentist “at fault.”

I hope someone hunts down that asshole dentist

– @VinchenzoMgic

If you pay $50000 to kill a lion. U deserve to be eaten by lion.

– @ShoutoutAfrica

Cecil was hunted, killed, skinned and beheaded for sport. The guy losing his job is NOTHING in comparison.

– @MeggieLouWalsh

I say “at fault” quotes intentionally, since many sources indicate he paid a fee for a legal hunt. If this is indeed the case, then the company he hired is at fault; a technicality observed by Zimbabwe itself.

Now, even though I hunt, I too am outraged over Cecil’s death; no-one denies he was killed on an asinine trophy hunt. Why shoot anything just for the sake of shooting it? If all one does with a kill is stuff it, who benefits other than the taxidermist?

Unfortunately, too many people confuse trophy hunting with actual necessary hunting. People like this:

Hunting is not a sport and never will be. It’s stupid, disgusting, borderline criminal, and quite frankly unfathomable.

– @SchulGolfer1

Let’s look at a few things, shall we?

First, most dictionaries that I consulted defined a sport as an activity involving physical exertion and skill. By those basic definitions, hunting is a sport. Let’s make a comparison to basketball:

Basketball players make their own shots and are responsible for executing their plays accurately.

Hunters take their own shots and are responsible for the accuracy of those shots.

Basketball teams employ managers to guide their teams to victory.

Hunters may employ guides to find the target of their hunt.

Managers have been known to be dishonest; is this the fault of those they manage?

No basketball teams wins every single game; otherwise, it would be called “winning.”

No hunter shoots something on every single hunt, otherwise it would be called “killing” or “shooting.”

I know some people do, in fact, call hunting by these names.

These people are wrong for reasons I’ll make clear in a moment.

Specifically, this moment:

Second, hunting serves several purposes:

Hunting provides food.

I harvested two deer last hunting season; therefore, K and I have not had to buy beef since last October.

In addition, this meat came much cheaper than store-bought meat; factoring in all possible costs associated with the harvesting and preparation of my venison, it worked out to $2.25 per pound.

Furthermore, this meat could be classified as free-range organic. I thought that was “in” now?

Hunting increases the odds of survival in less-than-ideal circumstances.

I am not a doomsayer, but it’s nice to have the confidence and knowledge to harvest, prepare, and preserve meat just in case.

Hunting decreases surplus populations.

Predators that prey on domesticated animals or humans need to be kept in check.

All animal groups have an ideal size; when too many animals are present, they actually become hungrier, more prone to disease, and generally worse off in general. Hunting helps preserve nature’s balance.

Third, I agree that hunting may be disgusting at times, especially when it comes to field dressing a kill. However, there are gorier things on Netflix. It’s just one of those things one gets over.

Fourth, how is hunting borderline criminal? One would have to make the case that animals deserve equal rights with humanity.

Fifth, countless centuries of human existence prove that hunting was not only fathomable, but downright necessary. I thought Paleo was another one of those “in” things; did I miss something?

By all means, be offended and speak out, but do so in an educated and informed way.

Part Two: Planned Parenthood

Not a death, per se. More along the lines of 330,000 annually. What’s the quote I’m looking for? Oh, here it is:

When one man dies it’s a tragedy. When thousands die it’s statistics.

– Joseph Stalin

Recently, several videos have gone viral. These videos claim to show Planned Parenthood representatives discussing the “going rate” for fetal tissue. The topic of abortions was discussed on the Diane Rehm Show, where I heard this:

Abortion is a natural and necessary service vital to women’s health.

Would someone please explain how abortion is natural?

Sex is natural.

Conception is a natural consequence of sex.

Birth is the natural conclusion of conception.

Abortion is decidedly unnatural in that it seeks to alter the body’s natural process.

By the same logic, I understand the reductio ad absurdum could be made that vaccinations, inoculations, and pretty much all of modern medicine could be called “unnatural.”

For the record, I am not against such procedures; they are designed to prolong human life.

Abortion specifically targets and terminates human life.

Not everyone will agree with me.

I remind you that not all of us think that any clump of cells with 46 chromosomes is “human” or “a baby”. I happen to believe it takes more than flesh to make something human.

– Utah Cornell

What then, makes a human?

When does life begin?

If not at conception, then when?!

The current mantra “My Body, My Choice” is all well and good, except for the fact it’s hypocritical.

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not food?

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not vaccination?

Why is it “My Body, My Choice” when it comes to abortion, but not healthcare in general?

If it were truly “My Body, My Choice,” we’d all accept the consequences of our actions and not expect others to foot the bill – any part of the bill – when things don’t go according to plan.

In Conclusion

You know what I noticed? Nobody panics when things go according to plan. Even when the plan is horrifying. If tomorrow I told the press that 2,700 unborn children would be aborted, nobody panics. Because it’s all part of the plan. But when I say that one little old lion will die, well then everybody loses their minds!

Joker MemeYes, I stole this from Heath Ledger’s Joker in Christopher Nolan’s Dark Night.

He’s really quite the philosopher.

 


 

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Four Thoughts on a Quiet Wednesday Afternoon

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After two long weeks of hustle and bustle, I find myself in my air-conditioned living room facing a quiet afternoon with nothing important to do.

I don’t even have a reason to procrastinate.

Thought 1: A Poem

Today the house stands still
and empty; the only sound:
the gentle hum of fans.

After two long weeks, shrill
noises cease, and I drown
in the void with no plans.

I will sit here and chill
with my books in a mound,
holding tomes in my hands.

Thought 2: Culture

There’s no one home but me and the cat.
Time to sing along with German opera!

Zu Hilfe! Zu Hilfe! Zu Hilfe!

Thought 3: More Culture

Hey! I can get caught up with my TBR.
Then, I can write some book reviews.

Though 4: Probable Reality

I wonder what’s on Netflix?
 


 

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Sunday Snapshots

I cleaned this week; picture opportunities seldom presented themselves.

That said, here’s a glimpse of my non-cleaning activities:

Books:

 

signed last will bryn greenwoodI rediscovered my signed copy of Last Will by Bryn Greenwood.

 


 

amazing maurice educated rodents coverAnother package arrived, this one bearing The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents by Terry Pratchett.

 

Food:

 

german coffee
This German coffee powered most activities this week.

 


 

last piece of pie july 2015
This was the last piece of pie [with more of that German coffee].

 

Miscellany

 

haircut july 2015
I got a haircut for the first time in three months.
This is the “after” picture; I think I accidentally deleted the “before” picture.

 


 

steering wheel

In addition to cleaning, our church’s Vacation Bible School took up most evenings.
This was my view for a good hour – or more – each night.

 


 

vbs script 2015
I took part in the skit each night; here’s a glimpse of one of the scripts.

 


 

lion head or holy grail
This decoration supposed to portray a lion.
I can’t help but see the Holy Grail surrounded by rays of light.

 


 

Coffee and the Holy Grail
Obviously, the Grail contains coffee.

 


 

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The Good Delay

I resign myself to major disruptions.

Minor inconveniences, on the other hand, irritate me to the point I become unbearable to other people.

tire pressure warning lightFor example, Thursday I was driving to a meeting 45 minutes away when a low tire pressure light came on. Now, I despise car warning lights. Like Click and Clack (the Tappet Brothers), I’m always tempted to just stick black tape over the light and ignore it. The last time this light came on, I had a screw in my tire just this close to my tire wall.

Never mind I found a tire plug set and fixed my own tire in a matter of minutes.

The exasperation of taking an unexpected hour and a half out of my day to find and fix the problem threw me off and made me paranoid of every little bump for the next . . .

. . . well, I guess I’m still paranoid.

nitrogen tire valve capsSo, the light came on and – since K and two other passengers were with me – I stopped at the next service station. Seeing nothing in the tire, I filled the low tire, checked the other tires, and filled them as well. Turns out every tire was low. All told I was now behind about 5 minutes.

Fifteen miles down the road and one mile from our destination, I witnessed a one-car accident. A truck to the right of us lost a tire. I did not say he blew a tire; no, the entire tire assembly broke off the axle and rolled into the gutter.

Have I mentioned at any point that it had been raining the last nine hours?

No?

Well, it had. No joke.


tire broke off axleThis is not his truck. I thought it would be in bad taste to take picture of his dilemma.

Remember: his tire assembly broke off completely and lay in a ditch full of rainwater.

Honestly, it was horrendous.


Thankfully, the motorist made it safely to the side of the road without flipping his truck or hitting another traveler.

My destination was on the opposite side of a divided highway; it just so happened I needed the next available turn-around. So I turned around, dropped off my passengers, and went back to check on the driver.

He was OK, but couldn’t get up with anyone for help. Turns out he was from out of state, in town to do some contracting work, and was due to leave the next day. None of his buddies were answering their phones. I was able to give him a ride back to his hotel where he could meet up with his crew. Traveling home several hours later, his truck was still there.

What would have happened if I hadn’t been delayed?

If I hadn’t been delayed, I would not have seen the accident.

If I hadn’t been delayed, I would not have known to turn around.

If I hadn’t been delayed, I would not have been able to help.

If I hadn’t been delayed, how long would that motorist have had to wait?

Call it coincidence or providence or whatever you will.

Everything worked out in the end.

I’ll try to remember that next time something hinders my plans.


 

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Procrastinate!

procrastinate

Why put off until tomorrow what you can avoid all together?

 

 

Things I Should Be Doing

Cleaning for my parents’ visit in a few days’ time

Updating lesson plans for the upcoming school year

Fixing the drain in the shower

Laundry

 

Things I’m Actually Doing

Reading

Watching Netflix

Facebook and Twitter

Writing this list

 

What are you avoiding today?

 


 

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Monday Morning Grievances

It’s Monday and I haven’t had my coffee.

Monday Morning Grievances Logo 1

Specifically, I dislike:

1. End-User License Agreements

Seriously, does anyone even read those things?

2. Overuse of Exclamation Points

I’m looking at you Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Uncle Tom’s Cabin serves as a warning to us all.

3. Use of the word literally instead of figuratively.

Need I say more?


 

What are your grievances?

 


 

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