Monday, October 5, 2009

Ya' know...this really gets tiresome...

In my 50 years of maintaining this blog, I have highlighted thousands dozens of folks that obviously emerged from the shallow end of the gene pool, and are killed DEAD by their own animals...or have seen their animals kill innocent folks.

If I linked back to them all, I would likely wear out my keyboard, so I will not. And honestly, I have grown weary of it. It occurred to me as I was writing this post that if YOU are intelligent enough to be visiting Andy's Place, then you are not stupid enough to own a Go-riller, or a python, or a tiger, or a Pit bull, or a BEAR.

Yep, I said, "a BEAR."

Now, I am sure that I will catch huge grief when I say that anyone stupid enough to walk into a bear cage deserves to be eliminated from further reproduction.

The most heart-rending computer letter I ever received was from the mother of a young woman that was killed by her own Pit Bulls down in central Louisiana. This Momma took great offense that I characterized her daughter as someone that deserved to be killed, because she allowed "killers" to live in her house (alongside her children btw). And I did take that mother's pain to heart. I can not imagine the grief that her family went through. It must have been pure HELL for the family.

But, by pointing out the FACT that to subject one's self (and chirrens) to known killers is a recipe for the infliction of said grief did in no way change the eventual outcome. It must have been even more hellish for the young woman that suffered as her "babies" ripped her to shreds. Her Mom really called the demonic hounds "her babies."

So, I've grown tired of pointing out the idiocy of the whole thing. So, a woman in Pennsylvania gets killed by a pet bear (as her children watch). What do I care? Why should I continue to waste my time trying to identify the lunacy of humans that REFUSE to call on their hundreds of thousands of years of evolutionary instincts...

Ya' know...when you see a tiger, run the other way, hoping you are faster than the guy running with you...when you see a bear, run downhill (they run faster uphill than downhill)...when you see a python, try not to mess yourself as you beat it through the jungle, etc.

If people won't learn, well, I just can't learn 'em...

This will be my final post attempting to educate the uneducateable (I know that's not a word, because there's a red line under it in the editor). Y'all go ahead on and consort with killers that are WAY stronger and more tenacious than you are. You won't get not one more warning from me...

OH...TALK ABOUT PERFECT TIMING: I started writing this post at 4:12 pm. I got distracted with work, and dinner. It is now 2 hours later. As I was walking back to the office to publish this post, I walked past the TV. Our local CBS affiliate is reporting that about 4 blocks over from Andy's Place a man was brutally attacked by a Pit Bull. It seems that he was walking next door to talk to his neighbor, when said neighbor's demonic animal took the occasion to rip the guy's face to shreds. I'm sure the details will be at 10:00.

But what the heck do I care? This is y'all's last warning...

3 comments:

  1. That's why I'm content with a pet rock...low maintenance, no aggression. Isn't that right, Seymour?

    Uh, Seymour, what are you doing with my golf putter?

    Crap...I'll get back to you...

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  2. Hey Skunks, I've read your writings about Seymour. I'm trusting that you held off his attack...him being a rock and all.

    I'm just curious. What do you feed a pet rock?

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