A friend of mine went to a pig roast recently. At first I thought she was joking…her way of saying there were be lots of food. Turns out, it was really a lavish picnic a best friend was having for her boyfriend, indeed featuring a pig on a spit.
Have you ever seen one? Wish I hadn’t. Makes you feel you should be a wearing a loincloth carrying a spear. The poor little guy is in his entirety turning repeatedly like a rotisserie chicken at the local A&P. We’re at least used to seeing those that are mercifully headless, but Babe all greased and buttered, is a whole other pictorial.
I’m actually surprised my pal went she’s such an animal lover, but it was her best friend’s gathering, so she braved it, for her.
Naturally it got me thinking of other things…how we slaughter so easily, hunt for sport.
Another friend of mine was in the country taking pictures and came across a group of deer. She said she had never seen anything more beautiful than this gaggle of girls.
“How do you know they were girls?” I asked, fascinated by her remark.
How’s that for an observation?
The next day she went looking for them and sure enough there they were, all but one. Later on in the day, a neighbor of the person she was staying with was boasting how he had just bagged a fawn. “There they were, a slew of-em, waitin for me,” he said. “It was so easy, I coulda shot-em all.”
I was so rattled by this story. In my heart of hearts I cannot understand how anyone can shoot a deer, let alone a female, or any animal for that matter. I know they’re overpopulated and carry ticks, I get that part. It’s the concept of casually slaying such beauty just to up one’s testosterone count that leaves me morally mystified.
My friend, who’s no shrinking violet, had to leave the room till this bragging asshole took leave.
“I wanted to kick him in his balls,” she said, “or better yet, take that gun of his and shoot his stupid head off.” She then started to cry.
I don’t like guns for any purpose and wish the NRA would fall off the ends of the earth. I don’t care if Tom Selleck is the president.
Women and children, store owners and presidents, the elderly and unguarded creatures of the wild are forever at risk.
There is so little innocence left in the world one wonders why we’re so quick to destroy it.
Then what will we do?
Beauty is worth protecting and does more for the human spirit with its heart beating than mounted on a cold wall.