Tuesday, November 10, 2009

I Want That Lioness Indicted!

Oh, silly me... that whole food chain thingee again.

And yes, it was a feral fawn that actually jumped INTO the lions den at National Zoo in DC. Dumb ass.

And according to news reports, after the fawn was rescused from the moat, it was injured so severely that it had to be put down.

I wonder if they ended up feeding it to the lions after all?


Blogger Kathreja said...

the crazy ppl yelling at the lion. Granted it is DC so I am not surprised but shit it is what lions DO. Geez. It isn't like they are supposed to lay around and look pretty.

6:10 PM  
Blogger Phelony Jones said...

Feral? that sounds racist!!! Seriously, they're yelling at a creature, not human. People.

6:36 PM  
Blogger Adeodatus49 said...

And yes, it was a feral fawn that actually jumped INTO the lions den at National Zoo in DC. Dumb ass.

Sounds like a Darwin Award candidate!

. . . mmmmh . . . Bambi . . . delish! LOL

9:28 PM  
Blogger Simplex Vir said...

This reminds me of the sea otter that the folks in Washington/Oregon (I forget which) that paid tons of money to clean up the otter from the Valdez spill and when they released it a killer whale came up and ate the otter.

They were all distraught...LOL. Damned funny thing nature is, even if you respect it, can bite you in the ass!

9:34 PM  
Blogger TH2 said...

Oh deer, what a cat-astrophe!

12:49 AM  
Blogger JLS said...

There are several serious points in this incident to deliberate on, in my opinion.

First and foremost, the behavior of the lioness. What a lazy predator ... but then Bambi-poo obviously was the first live meal she ever ran into. Second, she was no doubt already satiated by her scrumptuous feeding by the zoo tenders (wait, is that a pun?).

It all reminds me of capital punishment: Why is it done by "lethal injection" in a basement of a dungeon well out of the public eye? What good is that? Now the public doesn't even know what execution is, let alone lions in the grocery stores of nature. Better maybe to go back to hanging in the public square and live food for zoo predators. Not sure what the connection is here, but that's because I've been dumbed down by the media.

"Feral fawn jumping onto the hotplate": Well, I always contend that the reason that ducks are so attractive and colorful looking is that it is their way of saying, "Look and see how delicious we look"; this of course is a trick as far as I'm concerned, since I've always found it one of man's greatest challenges to eat roast duck ... yuck. Maybe it's all in the cooking, though.

Now for the delectibleness of Bambi. I've only partaken of venison three times. One, mixed into hamburger, and for good reason. Two, unbelieveably delicious ... better than Olde Milwaukee. Three, roadkill deer is not all it's cooked up to be. Four, even my deer hunting nephews always turn their prizes into pepperoni ... and the reason supplied is simply a big smile that they hold until I quit asking.

Friends, neighbors and co-workers attitudes: What is it with southern California, anyway, that almost no matter whom I run a pitch about hunting on, they always find a way to see it as a self defence thing and start talking about home invasion and that they would certainly operate a handgun in such a case. From that point it is always impossible to return the conversation to shooting animals and eating them.

"Primitives", I was told by an old priest, an Irish-American if ever there was one, dontcha know, and a former missionary to the backwaters of southeast Asia ... He told me that the "primitives" draw a sharp distinction between attitutes related to cutting instruments such as machetes ... that their sense of such a thing being a weapon or a tool was etched clearly into their language, so that there would be no fuzzy issue over what the machete was for. If they were going to use it as a weapon, they would differentiate this attitude perfectly from when they'd be using it as a tool. Modern citified man seems to have little clue as to the difference, and imputes mystical powers to the object itself. In other words modern dumbed down, effeminized "man" has switched the places of objects and people: Whereas objects used to be inanimate without souls or minds and people had these attributes, now people are inanimate, souless and mindless, and the objects such as machetes and handguns have minds of their own, souls and even do their own pointing and shooting regardless of what is holding them. "It wasn't the man with the gun who shot the visitor to his home at 3am who was also wearing a skimask and nothing else ... but it was the handgun that lept out from its hiding place, fully loaded, which fired on its own iniative, pumping a full clip into the crazed meth-head who had kicked in the bedroom door after screaming that he was the incarnation of Charles Manson and the Red Brigades all in one and that it was not him but the meth that was going to massacre the people sleeping in bed. That handgun was convicted and sentenced to a life of suspicion, and may yet have to undergo govt tatooing as a govt fetish ritual to bond both govt and public together in a pact that the gun hopefully will respect in the future, as it sits there behind the pillow waiting for the next incident.

How, then, is the dynamic duo of Bambi and Zamba related to the harnessed pair of handgun and bad people? I don't know ... just guessing.

10:25 AM  
Blogger Dirtdartwife said...

Same people need to learn how their food makes it to their local McD's... starting from the mooing cow.

2:57 PM  

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