3 ms·
Sorry Sir, your high horse has Atresia ani,we have to put it down. Seriously, one longs to stand on the sideline, revelling in the irony of seeing a city dwell
by addHocker 9y ago
Sorry Sir, your high horse has Atresia ani,we have to put it down.
Seriously, one longs to stand on the sideline, revelling in the irony of seeing a city dweller chased down by his own delusional kind.
But then.. no. The Possum is part of nature, its trying to feed on farm animals held in small numbers- is part of nature, its death because it tryied to hard - is part of nature. Im very glad the author is not part of your progress. The extinctions, the fully automated farms, the wildlife instinction with gas and traps, because "hunting" is to much for someone so refinend and noble a creature.
I wish you would starve for a day. I want to see drawing calories ouf of morals. I want to see the doubts vannish in that all encompassing hole your stomache becomes. I want to see you break out of that disney delusion of nature, into the ugly reality that is nature. To accept it as part of what is. Notice how the author is not poisoning everything that crawls on her farm. Notice how she is honest to herself. How she is exausted from a lot of what life throws at her?
She is a adult.
You are not.
- Osmium 9y agoI appreciate your language if not your conclusions. Just to be clear, I have nothing against hunting, only against cruelty. And in any case, this conversation is not about hunting, but about farming, which is something that is a decidedly human invention, and so an argument towards what is and is not 'natural' is tangential. We have already left nature far behind.
- addHocker 9y agoWe have deformed it, redefined it, idolized and frozzen parts of it and restored seperat parts of it. And we are still part of it. I am a animal. The bacteria inside of me is there so i can diggest other living beeings, who devoured either directly or in a chain sunlight. I am part of nature, and im trying to be it in a responsible way. Part of that responsible way is to not give into any emotional hipocrisy. I call the one, buying a plant to eat, where a whole forrest had to go forever, erasing all future opposum-opportunitys more cruel then a girl who tired eats a egg in the morning, for which she fought in rain and storm on a non-high-tech farm.