The human race as a whole are big fat bullies! Bam, there it is; I said it! They run over Mother Nature as though they owned the place. I know they think they own the place, but nobody owns the place. It’s the ‘3rd Rock From the Sun’ to cite the name of a 90’s sit-com. It has evolved over millions of years of biology to become what it is today.
In the beginning animals ruled the planet. There were more of them than us, for sure. Plant life helped to produce necessary things like oxygen to breathe and food to eat. We were part of the food chain, not above it. Mankind was blessed with a superior intelligence over other mammals and certainly fish; however, in my opinion that intelligence has morphed itself into a complex and widely diverse set of customs, languages, traditions, morals, and set of values. Some of us believe it is a sin to kill a cow, others make a living raising and butchering cows for food and clothing. Some feel any use of animals or animal products for food is awful while others have farms producing milk, eggs, and products derived from them. We all have our own set of conditions we apply for our use and consumption of our shared piece of the universe. Existence is cut and dried for our ‘less intelligent‘ co-inhabitants. Their entire lives are spent trying reproduce, provide shelter for them and theirs, be safe, and well fed. That’s it. Mating, fending off predators, eating, and sleeping in comfort. We’ve all watched enough documentaries to see how difficult their lives can be. Survival of the fittest is the only motto they live by. There aren’t any memes with inspirational or clever or funny quotes out there for them. They live and die within the boundaries of their species’ pre-destined set of checks and balances. If an individual animal falls, we simply just chalk it up to its just nature’s way.
Humans are the one true species on this Earth who have swept the orb with the mantra that whatever it wants or needs, it finds a way to get it. Sometimes noble and right, but often at the expense of others. Most importantly, on some level we our conditioned to believe this is our planet. We wanted to expand into the western wilderness and just started building log cabins wherever claiming that piece of land as ours. This is our property from this rock to that stream. Now stay off our land! Private Property. Trespassers will be shot or at least dealt with harshly. We can level a rainforest for cow pastures or expand our cities into the country then wonder why that bear is jumping on our trampoline in the backyard or that alligator is in our swimming pool. Oh my goodness, our house was destroyed by that awful hurricane. Gee, who didn’t see that coming. You may not want to build skyscrapers Oceanside on the beach. We are continually staking out our claim. I bought this land fair and square. I own it. It’s mine. Well, in my opinion, no it isn’t. We, as a species, have by consensus decided the rules and developed an archaic and convuloted monetary system of which to keep track; but we really don’t own anything. We don’t own this planet, we reside on it. We are temporary visitors along with every other Earthly genus. We push, we shove, we exploit, we do great harm to anything in our way. There are individuals who have dedicated their lives to looking out for animal and plant life especially when it has been pushed to extinction. God bless those who have made this their life’s journey. There are those enlightened enough to set aside large amounts of acreage and title it a protected land and wildlife area. “I declare this Yellowstone National Park.” Everything within these boundaries is deemed to be cared for by the government for which it resides funded by the taxpayers of this great country. How did it evolve to where just certain spots or species are singled out and granted that privilege. Too bad, so sad if you’re not on that list.
This brings me to the most egregious offense of all — hunting for sport. I totally understand hunting for food. I am the first to recognize that when I enter a supermarket the stuff in the cooler on those styrofoam planks wrapped in plastic didn’t get there from Aladdin’s Gene. I am not prophetizing about the end of societal structures as we know them, but if I see one more article or picture of somebody with a wild exotic beautiful animal that was hunted and destroyed just for the sake of hanging a stuffed head on their wall or making jewelry out of their horns or tusks, or coats out of their tiny little pelts, or soup out of their testicles I am going to seriously lose it. I don’t care if it brings in money to the small tiny impoverished village in Africa or it’s an ancient Chinese secret. It needs to stop. Maybe they could turn big game hunts into big game excursions where participants can see the animals in their natural habitat. Keep your distance, and get a long-distance camera lens. Post those pictures on the Internet. No one is impressed by your moronic prowess with a long range-rifle or how many decapitations you have above the fireplace. This isn’t just your 3rd rock to be used for sport. It belongs to every living thing. Peace and prosperity, I get it, but as the biological entity with the highest intelligence, we’re so smart, we’re stupid. Tread lightly humans, dinosaurs once thought they had the world by the tail too… Sandy