The Great Bwana and Cecil the Lion.
The recent shooting of a well known African lion by a Minnesota dentist has started a campaign against him, causing him to close his dental practice for a day. Lost in the storm is the long existing underbelly of the rich, hunters and colonial culture in treating the world as an object, Safari Club International. A world of canned hunts in private places where the privileged shoot an animal of their choice, much like royalty of old. It is best expressed by the “art” of taxidermy, where the once living being becomes a mere decoration, often a symbol of accomplishment. This has been true since colonization, whether poor Tasmanians, Native American or African. Both people and Thylacine are object for collection, proving one’s man or womanhood via scalps and stuffed heads. Thus we have the numerous pictures of rich white people posing with the very inedible species of the world, for as any real hunter knows, carnivores do not taste good. Mr. Palmer is not unique, but is the very symbol of the great white hunter: despite the condemnation from any hunter or sportsmen group, he symbolizes the culture best. The world is for me and it’s beings are for my amusement and collection. The argument put forth, as empty as anything, is always a bizarre mix of honoring the animal and self justification. But, if one runs a simple thought experiment and uses human bodies as taxidermy, the consequences become a macabre moral maelstrom of horrific memory, with holocaust memorials and hidden pictures of colonists with the dead indigenous as result. What has happened, is a newer way of thinking, part old and part new, now runs through the culture. It sees animals as having value unto themselves, a value very old and within many cultures, and another, that acts like this are immoral. Displaying such things is often now the butt of small penis jokes, something much closer to the truth than most white men would dare to admit. It is all about empty manhood and the need for validation, and any subsistence hunter knows that. You cannot eat the horns, a truism not needing mention. I have very little sympathy for Dentist Palmer, as he has used his profits from overcharging patients and society to travel the world shooting animals he didn’t eat or need. Frankly, looking closely, the man, like many in our world, simply has acted psychopathically all his life and got away with it, for industrial society is that at its very core, a place for the wealthy to enjoy the soylent green of the natural world and other’s labor. Thinking of the many doing hard time for selling bags of an innocuous weed, it is hard to feel any pity. He is still nothing more than a wealthy Cabela customer, however. His strain is as deep within our culture as is the myth Of George Washington’s honesty. The west was built on killing things for fun, whether King or colonist. It is all King Leopold’s land.
The recent shooting of a well known African lion by a Minnesota dentist has started a campaign against him, causing him to close his dental practice for a day. Lost in the storm is the long existing underbelly of the rich, hunters and colonial culture in treating the world as an object, Safari Club International. A world of canned hunts in private places where the privileged shoot an animal of their choice, much like royalty of old. It is best expressed by the “art” of taxidermy, where the once living being becomes a mere decoration, often a symbol of accomplishment. This has been true since colonization, whether poor Tasmanians, Native American or African. Both people and Thylacine are object for collection, proving one’s man or womanhood via scalps and stuffed heads. Thus we have the numerous pictures of rich white people posing with the very inedible species of the world, for as any real hunter knows, carnivores do not taste good. Mr. Palmer is not unique, but is the very symbol of the great white hunter: despite the condemnation from any hunter or sportsmen group, he symbolizes the culture best. The world is for me and it’s beings are for my amusement and collection. The argument put forth, as empty as anything, is always a bizarre mix of honoring the animal and self justification. But, if one runs a simple thought experiment and uses human bodies as taxidermy, the consequences become a macabre moral maelstrom of horrific memory, with holocaust memorials and hidden pictures of colonists with the dead indigenous as result. What has happened, is a newer way of thinking, part old and part new, now runs through the culture. It sees animals as having value unto themselves, a value very old and within many cultures, and another, that acts like this are immoral. Displaying such things is often now the butt of small penis jokes, something much closer to the truth than most white men would dare to admit. It is all about empty manhood and the need for validation, and any subsistence hunter knows that. You cannot eat the horns, a truism not needing mention. I have very little sympathy for Dentist Palmer, as he has used his profits from overcharging patients and society to travel the world shooting animals he didn’t eat or need. Frankly, looking closely, the man, like many in our world, simply has acted psychopathically all his life and got away with it, for industrial society is that at its very core, a place for the wealthy to enjoy the soylent green of the natural world and other’s labor. Thinking of the many doing hard time for selling bags of an innocuous weed, it is hard to feel any pity. He is still nothing more than a wealthy Cabela customer, however. His strain is as deep within our culture as is the myth Of George Washington’s honesty. The west was built on killing things for fun, whether King or colonist. It is all King Leopold’s land.
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