I am not sure that surrealism is quite capturing all
the nuances of my positions on ducks and duck-hunting.
I am not a vegan, and have been known to partake in
Peking Duck and Duck L'orange, I confess. I am not an animal
rights fanatic, just someone with a reasonable desire
not to see animals mistreated. I would prefer to pay a little extra
in the grocery store, to try to make sure that animals' suffering
is kept to a minimum. However, I don't consider it "murder"
or anything, to consume meat. The vegetarians might
ultimately have the better way, but I am not particularly
getting on anyone's case about it.
I would not fault hunters for shooting ducks, if they
were doing it for food. What I fault them for is
*enjoying* it.
By analogy, what would be your reaction, if someone
worked at a meat-packing or poultry-processing plant,
and they said to you, "I really REALLY like my job!
I love the way that the birds scream when I burn them
with a blow-torch. I love the way that the blood gushes
from their beaks when I twist their heads and break their
necks."
You would probably stay well away from that person.
Why is it so difficult for people to see that the "enjoyment"
of hunting is a watered-down version of essentially
the same thing?
The hunters probably think that this is a "toughness"
that enhances survival, but it is the mentality that is
probably going to kill this world. It is the same kind of
mentality that loves to go to war, and that waves the flag
so hard that even the most constructive criticism becomes
impossible.
In this "revenge" fantasy, it isn't really the ducks
killing the hunters to much as it is the hunters
killing themselves.
This word-collage posting was assembled by strange instinct.
E.g., I just searched for the word combination of
"miltary slang" and "duck" on a lark (a mockingbird?),
a total, sudden hunch out of the blue. I swear that
there are birds whispering suggestions in my ear.
Tom Keske
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