Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Revenge Is Best Served In Salt Water

Steve Irwin died last week from a stingray barb in the heart. Tragic. What's worse is that at least 10 stingrays have been found killed since his death. Irwin's own animal conservation group has publicly asked people to stop murdering the rays, who probably didn't know what a big celebrity he was.
Didn't Al Qaeda blow up a bunch of Australians in Bali or someplace a couple of years ago? Did the Aussies take the shrimp off the barbie and start killing Muslims, innocent or not? I don't think so. So why start killing wildllife because the Crocodile hunter got his ticker pierced?
Actually, stingrays could be considered "mild-life", because they rarely attack anyone unless frightened, kind of like the nerdy kid in school that got verbally harassed and snaps. Columbine was all about geeks getting pushed around by the "cool" kids.
And this is why I've always said you shouldn't fuck with anyone unless you're absolutely sure you can get away with it. That little guy sitting in the corner and picking his nose could probably beat your sorry ass in half a minute, but you're talking shit to your friends about how you could take him down anyway. Then you find out the hard way he's a black belt in karate or he's mental.
Wildlife is called so for a reason. Animals don't use reason or logic. If they feel threatened, they defend themselves. Even my stupid cat, whom I feed and pet, attack my legs when he gets that crazy look in his eye. (Of course, cutting off his nuts probably pissed him off some too.)
Animals don't sweat the consequences of their actions. They don't think that some dick is going to come looking for them. And the stupid Australians need to know that. And that the stingray "godfather" has put a bounty on their heads.

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