Sheesh *cringe*

Once upon a time, animals were a sacred life source to the native peoples. Man tracked and hunted these animals for days, and when he killed one, it was with the understanding that this living, breathing, once-running thing was giving its life so that the man and his family would live. The man respected this more than anything, and gave thanks to the animal for sacrificing itself. He did not kill what he did not need.

Fast forward.

Animals are farmed, kept in filthy, crowded, disease-filled spaces and treated like disposable resources. There is no thanks given to these living beings for sustaining humankind, and certainly no respect. The animals are hunted for sport and a kill means nothing but bragging rights and an over-abundance of deep-frozen hunks of flesh. Hanging the head of your kill on your wall like a trophy of this careless way is blasphemous in my opinion.

SpiritOfTheRabbit SpiritOfTheRabbit
36-40, F
Mar 12, 2010