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Nov. 30th, 2003 06:22 pmI knew it was time to come home from PA when my mom started in on her anti-deer-hunting rant and I, being me, started an argument. My mother is of the following two opinions regarding deer hunting --
1.) Cute, helpless animals should be protected at all costs. However, when driving, aim for possums.
2.) Anyone who wants to hunt can go to the freaking grocery store. Because as we all know, a life of confinement, cages and fences followed by a death and dismemberment at the slaughterhouse is infinitely preferable to spending your entire life free in the wild before someone shoots your ass dead.
My mother also wondered in a fit of exasperation why they don't arm the deer.
I pointed out their lack of trigger fingers. Surprisingly, she was not amused.
1.) Cute, helpless animals should be protected at all costs. However, when driving, aim for possums.
2.) Anyone who wants to hunt can go to the freaking grocery store. Because as we all know, a life of confinement, cages and fences followed by a death and dismemberment at the slaughterhouse is infinitely preferable to spending your entire life free in the wild before someone shoots your ass dead.
My mother also wondered in a fit of exasperation why they don't arm the deer.
I pointed out their lack of trigger fingers. Surprisingly, she was not amused.
