I think you are. I am not passing judgement. On retrospect I think you are neither an idiot nor an ignoramus--only wilfully blind. I may have misjudged you, and if so I apologize. Certainly you provoked an angry spontaneous response from me, a peaceable man if there ever was one.
You paint legitimate hunters as murderers. In other posts you paint terrorists as innocent children. You paint legitimate efforts to stop terrorism as warmongering. You paint people who use live Christmas trees as tree murderers.
Those people who shot that fawn in your herd of cows are not hunters. Those spotlighters who shot the buck are not hunters. They are in the same category as murderers, only separated by degree.
And you my friend, what did you do with those cows on your ranch? Feed them until you had to give them a proper funeral? I don't think so. Somebody killed them for you and you profited from it.
The true hunter is one with and inseparable from his prey and the environment in which they interact. Here's what Kahlil Gibran had to say about it, who understood the hunter better than either you or I:
EATING AND DRINKING
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."
And he said: Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart: "By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart: "Your seeds shall live in my body, And the buds of your to-morrow shall blossom in my heart, And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart: "I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress, And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels." And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup; And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress. |
