I. Do. Not. Understand.
I may be a Democrat, but elephants have fascinated me since I was a kid. They were my favorites when we visited the zoo, and there was a brief moment that I was highly incensed that my parents wouldn't let me have one as a pet. And you have to admit, their babies are the absolute cutest! Over the years I've enjoyed all the PBS shows and other presentations about elephants, and I share the concerns over their diminishing numbers.
So, I'm sitting here waiting for a callback. Channel-surfing, ah, a show about elephants! Group of men observing, then one raises a gun and fires, the elephant drops. The men approach it, and I'm waiting for one of them to explain how long the tranquilizer will be in effect. To my shock and horror, they begin congratulating themselves on the kill, praising the glorious gun and ammo that got the job done, slapping each other on the back for their big-bad-hunter status as they run their hands up and down the magnificent tusks that will add value to their trophy.
God help me, I wanted to take that damned rifle and wrap it around each one of those chest-thumping assholes. Hunting for food is one thing. Hunting for trophies is just fucking sick sick sick.
I don't understand this. I just don't. And I don't think I want to.
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