The reverence for authority and status, especially presidential, obscures the ability to distill the actions of The Revered One to their ethical essence. Last night, Fox News’ Sean Hannity’s moral assessment of the “sport” of hunting Africa’s big game amounted to: The [Progressive] Theodore Roosevelt (TR) did it. Do you condemn him, too?
Back from safari in Africa, the TR procession “through New York in June 1910,” featured “a fourteen-carriage parade from Battery to 59th Street, with language containing horns, heads, and skins from 13,000 specimens, ranging from elephant and rhinos to the rare dikdik, and antelope smaller than a jack-rabbit.”
(A History of The American People by Paul Johnson, p. 623.)
UPDATE I: To be clear, I am here making a moral argument, not a legal one. It’s true that big game hunting is often a boon to the parks in these poor, backward countries. It’s true, too, that Zimbabwe has zero animal-conservation ethos; those are all western; as is it true that their leader is chief poacher of man and animal alike—and it’s still true that big-game hunters who derive pleasure from a rigged killing of an animal are MOTHER F-CKERS.
“Hunting for sport is a barbaric practice suited for Esau, Nimrod and their ilk, and not for the merciful people of Israel.”—Node Beyehuda, an authority in Jewish law (1713–1793).
Somehow one can understand the motives of the local Zimbabwean poachers in murdering Cecil The Lion: greed, need, abject poverty. Other than the thrill of the kill, American dentist Walter Palmer, on the other hand, had no justification for tricking, cornering and then killing Cecil The Magnificent. Those are the acts of a blood-thirsty coward, the definition of a canned lion hunt.
Question: What do you call a “person” who butchers and barbeques baby elephant? Answer: A motherf-cker.
Lowbrow Robert Mugabe, as Foreign Policy has reported, “celebrated his 91st birthday followed by a lavish party with an exotic menu, reportedly including barbequed baby elephant. The brazen celebration was yet another reminder of the stark contrast between the increasingly venal lifestyles of the country’s politically-connected nouveau riche and regular Zimbabweans, who are now poorer than they were when Mugabe came to power nearly 35 years ago.”
When they’re base, crass, cruel and grotesque, left-liberal females are especially base, crass, cruel and grotesque. Is there an abomination uglier than Deborah Nucatola of Planned Parenthood, holding forth about the harvesting of fetal body parts, all the while gorging on salad and gulping down wine?
Yes, there is an entity, a blob, to compete with Nucatola. It’s Mary Gatter, aka Less-Crunchy-Technique, I-Want-A-Lamborghini Mary, the Medical director at Planned Parenthood Pasadena and San Gabriel Valley in California.
The affectatious tart tones the first creature makes! And the way Mary swooshes her gums with her tongue. These women are ugly in and out.
The political class is immoral by its very nature and in the way it operates. Witness Ted Cruz’s ego-centered battle with the New York Times, because of “the Gray Lady’s refusal to put his book on its bestseller list.” A book written and promoted on the taxpayer’s dime, as are all books peddled by politicians in office. (Fox News’ Megyn Kelly promised to hype this vanity duel from her vanity perch.)
Contrast this with a man who doesn’t need the political process to increase his riches; the obverse. Donald Trump filed his financial disclosure with the Federal Election Commission (FEC). With much snickering and snide smirks, CNN bobbing heads reported and wrote that Trump was “boasting” his worth was upwards of $10 billion.
I thought Megyn Kelly was ambitious. However, it transpires that she aims to become the next Bawbawa Walters. Via Variety:
Kelly believes there’s an opening for this kind of long-form journalism on TV. “Barbara Walters has retired,” Kelly observes. “Diane Sawyer left her anchor role. Oprah has moved to the OWN network and is doing a different thing now. So why not me?”
It’s ugly. Kelly deploys repetition, clucking sounds, grimaces and other fake sympathy to milk the situation. The ugliest part comes at the end, when the poor, broken Ms. Johnson is confronted by our “gritty,” gorgeous, wealthy bitch about a brief incarceration.
This salacious tidbit had nothing to do with the topic. Traci Johnson was doing an honest day’s work when she was assaulted by a whites-hating, black Jihadi.
They’re both superb specimen. The one, however, is whipped into victory. American Pharoah, a beautiful and brave racehorse, won the Belmont Stakes on Saturday. American Pharoah’s jockey, Victor Espinoza, is a demonic dwarf who is known for breaking the horse’s skin.
I imagine this deformed tormentor will be celebrated as a big money maker, and the real workhorse will not get so much as a sugar lump.