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To: lorrie coey who wrote (63008)	12/5/1999 12:20:00 PM
From: Tom Clarke	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 67261

I forgot to mention that deer hunting in populated areas has a positive effect on both deer and humans. If the herd is not culled, there is a shortage of food. Also, if there are too many deer they frequently get hit by cars, causing suffering to them and endangering human life. But here is the real reason people like to hunt: The Curse of the Non-Starving Class (or, Good Judgment Versus a Sense of Self Not Nearly Strong Enough to Walk on Water) "Bethany, I have it," Harold said to his long-suffering, though well-checkbooked wife. "Good judgment is so ephemeral, so hard to commodify, we should give our children something else. If we start at an early age we could provide them with something that will last well beyond our fragile tether to this humble world we call 'the place in the city, the place in the country, the grove land in Florida, the yacht, polo ponies, stocks and bonds and real estate investments.' We can give them a sense of ourselves so strong that it will, like the steel girders of our new tower in midtown, build a house of self inside which our progeny will live for generations." And the gods looked down and smiled. "The lure of self-possession --" said the god of duck boots and fly fishing, "one shimmer and they can't tell food from a Freeport jig." "Who-whee," said the god of Cajun cooking shows, "even if it hasn't got no own-eee-own, dey still will love the tender bite." "Ohhhh, yeahhhh," said the god of love me tender. "True love, like gluttony, is wanting to be your food. Thank you very much." "Let me see if I understand this," said the god of hesitation, self-doubt, attempts at discernment and other ungodly behavior. "Oh, please!" interrupted the god of easy, good looks. "Take your love of introspection and put it where the god of moons don't shine." "Harold!" Bethany said, as the god squabble quickly stopped, all looking down again at the entertainment below. "A ready-made, house of self -- what a brilliant idea. What a thing to give a child. I salute you, and I'm sure our children and grandchildren will one day do the same." For more musings along these lines check out corpse.org