Happy hunting season 2015 America. May all your venison dreams come true.
As a gung ho disciplined hunter (I’m an extremist, get used to it) from the Fred Bear mystical flight of the arrow camp, I knew damn well what my wildlife stewardship responsibilities were and why we give thanks to God every November near the end of the natural annual season of harvest in sincere appreciation for His miraculous renewable bounty.
Even way back then the dumbing down of America was already on the fast track, and witnessing the abject ignorance about sustained yield wildlife management, habitat carrying capacity and ultimate organic venison nutrition was hopelessly lost on the city kids and their suicidal “party” of getting high, drooling, puking, and dying make-believe insanity.
And from this festering lie came the likes of PETA, the Humane Society of the United States, the so called Animal Welfare League, the Animal Liberation terrorists, and all the braindead crazies and scam artists like Ingrid Newkirk, Peter Singer, Cleveland Amory, Cass Sunstein and Wayne Pacelle. You know, the hate filled “A rat is a pig is a dog is a boy” freaks.
Lovely, isn’t it? We clearly love our dogs, and cats, and horses and pet pigs, but who doesn’t know that our Asian and French friends and people around the world eat this stuff and sustain their human lives with animal protein? Have I struck onto something here? Is meat a Ted thing?
Of course not. BBQ is BBQ is BBQ is BBQ. Kill ‘em and grill ‘em I always say, and so do a few billion fellow human beings, including the hypocritical animal rights freaks themselves. Even the tofu warriors pay out a portion of every salad they devour to farmers and ranchers waging total annihilation war on all living creatures interfering with their no kill tofu production with weapons of John Deere and Monsanto mass destruction. Nothing, not a single living thing gets out alive from the indiscriminate mass slaughter that is tofu production. It’s just that the rest of us don’t scam naïve people and make a dishonest living off of their embarrassing emotional denial.
I am not condemning Deere, Monsanto or the wonderful American farming/ranching families out there. To the contrary I salute and thank them for their incredible hard work and dedication to feeding the world and sustaining human lives around the globe.
I kill one deer per arrow, whereas a bowl of salad represents the mega-death of every snake, vole, shrew, ground squirrel, quail, turtle, frog, pheasant, rabbit, ground nesting songbird and every other critter so unfortunate as to get in the way of the plow, the disc, the herbicide and pesticide jihad, all for vegetable production.
And be sure to enjoy a nice chalice of Red wine with that vegan meal, for every vineyard operator is more deadly than little ol’ Whackmaster me if I were to trade in my bow and arrow for a GE minigun.
From death comes life. Vegans, there is blood on your hands.
The vast majority of vegetarians and vegans of course know all too well the process by which their preferred cuisine ended up on the table. I do not disparage them.
But while the goofball scam artist at PETA sues the British wildlife photographer to administer the proceeds of selfies taken by a monkey, the president appoints a crazy animal rights dweeb to be a regulatory czar, dangerous people-hating animal-lovers threaten to kill me and my family for eating venison and doves, and other assorted bizarro shenanigans by gangs of loons, Verizon drops the high rated, popular Sportsman’s Channel and Outdoor Channel while retaining Al Jazira, and Facebook bans me for listing game animals (we have managed to produce the healthiest, most thriving populations in the history of record keeping), the jury is not still out why Barak Obama was twice elected president. There are that many numbnuts out there.