Trophy Killers – There is something inherently disgusting about the killing of the magnificent animals in Africa. Not that trophy hunting in any country is acceptable – it is not – but the countries in Africa have so many challenges to deal with from corrupt governments to – poverty – to climate challenges and unrest – it seems incredible that their leaders would be so short-sighted as to allow the slaughter of the very animals that fuel the beneficial tourist trade and bring people from all over the world to visit.
As to the “hunters” – these perverse men and woman who seek the “high” from killing animals – are not hunters. They wouldn’t know an animal “track” from a pot hole. They are rich, pampered, entitled, selfish shells of humanity with hearts as black as hell. They are cowards – every one of them. They claim that they love animals and that they are “conservationists” and that they care about Africa. But show them the male lion of a pride or the biggest bull elephant or the tallest giraffe – and they can’t wait to bring out their big guns with the fancy high-powered scopes and blaze away like John Wayne – pumping the innocent animal full of bullets.
Once dead – their quarry bleeding and broken on the ground – they strut around like the fools that they are congratulating themselves on the “hunt” and having their photos taken with their great, dead wild beasts. I fault them – their governments for allowing them to bring home these trophies of tragedy – the host countries and their governments and all people who work in the heinous trophy hunting industry.
You can bet that if there were “human” trophy farms that these idiots would be there blazing away like mad men. But put these cowards in a fighting ring – take away their guns and bows and they would be blubbering in the corner and whimpering – “don’t hurt me”.
The following story is particularly disturbing.