I couldn’t believe it when I read the news this morning. Jeremy Hunt is prepared to bring back fox hunting. Actually, I can believe it. Jeremy Hunt is a Tory. Not just any Tory. A huge megatron Tory.
Apparently, fox hunting is fine, as it is part of our heritage – according to Jezza.
It has been scientifically proven that foxes show emotions, are intelligent-beings, capable of experiencing fear and pain.
With all this in mind, imagine how a fox would feel, being chased through the countryside (it’s home), by a pack of savage dogs.
Once the fox has been drained of all energy, it will be mauled to death by the hounds. Before the fox’s inevitable demise, the poor creature’s fur and skin will be torn from its body.
With the fox still very much alive, but suffering tremendous pain and terror; the dogs will move onto violently removing the flesh and organs.
Should the fox has still not have perished, it will die within minutes – if not from substantial blood loss, but from catastrophic damage to vital organs.
Anyone with an ounce of humanity will find the barbaric nature of hunting deplorable and totally unjustifiable.
What brings someone to think hunting is a good, fair pastime to be a part of? Studies into serial murderers have revealed that many began killing and torturing animals, years before progressing onto the slaying of people.
Does this mean that those in favour of hunting appear blind to the risk of attracting the next Ian Huntley? A person who finds killing an animal fun, must have some dangerous and unstable morals.
I wonder what the same pro-hunters views would be, if a bunch of teenage yobs, from a council estate were to savagely chase and kill an urban fox, with help from Dwayne’s pet pitbull, while all riding scooters.
I think we all know the answer. How is killing a fox with horses and hounds, different to killing a fox with small motorbikes and a dangerous dog? One group is upper class, the other working class. The contrasts end there. Both parties take part in and enjoy savagely killing a wild animal.
Just to remind you all, based on today’s news, Mr Hunt seems in favour of the barbaric act, because it is part of our heritage.
Here is a list of other horrific things, once part of our “heritage”, but rightly banned and thankfully confined to the history books. Will Mr Hunt be bringing any of these back too?
- Bear baiting
- Cock fighting
- Dog fights
- Capital punishment
- Slavery
- The Jeremy Kyle Show
I threw that last one in for a bit of light-hearted relief. Many of the other examples though, are equally as cruel as fox hunting, so why consider bringing back one blood sport and not another?
I was watching Blue Planet this afternoon.
It’s awful what people will throw away into the ocean.
Take, for example, this Leeds United football sock. A nice design, but potentially deadly to marine life.
Actually, it’s not a sock. It is, in fact, a real-life creature, known as a Sea Slug.
This is the first time that I have seen one with these colours, but I am not ashamed to admit, that I think the design would make a rather fetching away shirt for Leeds next season.
This evening I am depressed. Depressed because my football team, Leeds United, have let me down once again – losing a stupid, but crucial match. I can’t even console myself with Bath City’s result, as they lost too!
I’m not going to waste your time or mine, by moaning anymore today, about how 11 men in shorts have ruined my weekend. Instead, I’ll blog about a story I found on Twitter, which temporarily eased my melancholy…
I was cheered up, when I read that a man had been killed.
Before you all judge me, there’s a story behind this…
Now do you see why I was less than sympathetic? The man was trying to illegally murder an animal threatened with extinction.
I’m not celebrating the fact a man has died, but if I had to choose for either an illegal poacher or an innocent animal to be killed, I would pick the poacher.
Anyway, I think Babar enjoyed taking his revenge. He even had an attempt at cooking the hapless hunter…
Aslan certainly appreciated Babar’s efforts…
It’s Cheltenham Festival week – a time where millions of people across the globe go horse-mad, despite avoiding the sport for the other 51 weeks of the year. It’s just like those who watch Wimbledon, yet in reality hate tennis. Jumping on the bandwagon.
I am not one of those people who went horse-mad. I am no expert in that (horse) field. I have no idea how to even place a bet on racing – or should that be “I have neigh idea”. Apologies.
My wife, Claire, enjoys the racing and in the past has been to Bath Races, so does not fall into the group of ‘bandwagon-jumpers’, mentioned above.
Being a racing fan, Claire enjoyed watching the television coverage, throughout the week.
As we generally spend our homelife together, I was able to watch many of the races with Claire.
It was the penultimate race of the entire festival, this afternoon, that I became generally excited about a horse race, for the first time ever.
No, I hadn’t put money on the outcome – I don’t know how, remember. In fact, it was only towards the end of the race that I took any real interest.
My attention was originally caught, when a poor horse fell. Tragically, it later died.
While watching the race, we noticed a horse running alongside all the others, despite not having a jockey on its back. Presumably the jockey had fallen off, somewhere along the way.
As the horses (and remaining jockeys) got closer and closer to the finish line, the horse who had lost its jockey, got closer and closer to the front of the pack.
Claire and I started to get excited…
Due to a rule which I strongly oppose, the jockeyless horse was not declared the winner. Apparently, the horse AND the jockey have to both cross the finish line.
At least give the horse some recognition! It won’t want a large financial prize – it’s financially stable! Financially stable! Stable! Get it? I give up. No, the winning horse would be happy enough with a tube of Polos and a carrot!
The horse which, in my eyes won, is ironically named Time Waits For No One. I am therefore delighted to award him (or her) the SEAN’S STORIES F-HAY CUP.
As well as a cup, TWFNO will be awarded a carrot, from the Asda vegetable aisle. However, as Cheltenham is a long way from Bath, I am sure everyone will agree that the best thing to do, is to give the carrot to our pet rabbit, Roman.
The US animal rights organisation, PETA, have been sounding off on Twitter and understandably upsetting a lot of people, by directing criticism in the direction of the late, great Steve Irwin.
#SteveIrwin was killed while harassing a ray; he dangled his baby while feeding a crocodile & wrestled wild animals who were minding their own business. Today’s #GoogleDoodle sends a dangerous, fawning message. Wild animals are entitled to be left alone in their natural habitats.
Steve Irwin’s actions were not on target with his supposed message of protecting wildlife. A real wildlife expert & someone who respects animals for the individuals they are leaves them to their own business in their natural homes.
It is harassment to drag exotic animals, including babies taken from their mothers, around from TV talk shows to conferences & force them to perform as Steve Irwin did. Animals deserve to live as they want to, not as humans demand––the #GoogleDoodle should represent that.
Here is the offending animation…
As someone who has always been a keen supporter of animal rights, I was surprised to find myself feeling the need to post a blog, criticising a company whose aim is to apparently protect the welfare of animals.
However, I struggle to see how anyone who saw Steve Irwin’s fantastic work, cannot appreciate how he always had the best interests of the animals at heart. I am not going to lie and say that the snakes and crocodiles he handled didn’t get aggravated, but he only made contact with creatures to demonstrate their sheer beauty and power. It must not be forgotten, that he always kept their stress levels to a minimum, by using correct handling techniques, while ensuring contact time was always as brief as possible.
Many people have said how, by watching Steve’s work with animals, they were educated on wildlife and even developed an interest of their own on the subject.
Steve Irwin also built a zoo, which is still open today, being run by his family. The zoo focuses on animal conservation and has saved many animals from extinction.
So, PETA – while, as an animal lover, I appreciate your aims and aspirations, I cannot agree with you on Steve Irwin. In fact, I feel that you should cultivate yourselves more on his work, before issuing an apology to his family.
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