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| March 27, 2007 |
Subject: Hunters
Time: 1:15 AM
It is my observation that hunters are one of the lowest bits of scum in our modern civilization, the only that are worse are people who wear fur, murderers, child killers, rapists, and religious fundamentalists. (In that order.) There are several reasons for this, which I will explain shortly.
There really is no need at all for anyone in America or any other industrialized country to be hunting. It is completely unnecessary. Honestly, people, have you never heard of the fucking grocery store? Or charities like The Food Pantry? Seriously, your head has to be full of diarrhea to think I'd believe your lies that hunting is the only way you can put food on the table. You honestly expect me to believe that...A. The cost of buying and maintaining a suitable vehicle....is really justifiable? Oh puh-leeze! If you're so poor, how can you afford all that crap needed for hunting? Stop spending your money on the art of animal murder, and you might have enough money to go to the fucking grocery store.
B. The cost of buying and maintaining a rack to haul your kills.
C. The cost of buying a hunting license... one for each kind of animal you hunt.
D. The cost of buying and maintaining guns.
E. The cost of hunting knives.
F. The cost of hunting vests and other hunting clothing.
G. The cost of decoys and attractors.
H. The cost of cleaning and storing the meat.
I. The cost of mounting trophies.
J. The cost of bullets.
The only way I would believe someone really was hunting for survival, in this civilization, was if they were making their own bows and arrows and using every part of the animal for making tools and clothes. (And even then, I'd say, "Get a fucking job!") Other than that, you're just lying to yourself and others.
Just 'fess up. Tell the truth. You LOVE killing defenseless animals from long distances with your boom-stick. Your gun is making up for your miniscule penis (or miniscule self-confidence, if you're a woman). The long hard metal rod exploding with power and blasting the brain out of that rabbit or squirrel or deer... yeah, you're getting a hard-on right now, aren't you? Hey, you know who else gets a hard-on at the thought of violent killing? Serial killers. Yeah. You're one step above serial killers.
With utmost sincerity;
- Alexander Antonin
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