It's just a disgusting little ornament on the much larger birthday cake we've got baking in our oven. To the backdrop of mass die-offs, the rules preventing th

It's just a disgusting little ornament on the much larger birthday cake we've got baking in our oven. To the backdrop of mass die-offs, the rules preventing the extinction of rhinos and tigers are cut by a few power-hungry fools seeking the political support of a few greedy fools who will sell those animals' horns and bones as false cures to a few superstitious fools who believe these worthless tusks and bones have magical powers. It's such dark planetary tragicomedy -- with a focus on "tragic", a kind of satanic genius that even Mikhail Boulgakov couldn't have dreamed up, and it's real.