https://edition.cnn.com/2019/02/13/asia/pakistan-markhor-goat-trophy-hunter-scli-intl/index.html
A mortgage banker.
That video was totally disgusting but I love the comments. I just liked about 20 of them calling the guy a pos or worse.
I just don’t care when hunters die. Even cute ones.
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thats pretty cold and strange… what if she ate everything she hunted and made clothing out of the fur and necklaces out of the bones etc ?
I still don’t care. I am not judging her. I eat meat and use leather. I am no better than she is. My heart feels nothing at her death, however. Nothing at all. I will save my emotions for others.
nothing? not even any feelings for her family?
what “others” would be worthy of your feelings? only you and perhaps your own family and friends?
One doesn’t control who we feel for, Nico. There is too much death in the world for that. If we felt for every Rohingya and Uighur and Ukrainian and North Korean and Iranian and Syrian who died, we’d have no time to live.
My heart does not choose to flutter at the thought of this rich, privileged white varsity cheerleader who got killed hunting defenseless animals for pleasure. Yes, pleasure. Not for survival. Rich white cheerleaders do not have to hunt to survive. She just loved going outdoors and killing animals according to her friends.
My heart DOES choose to flutter (actually it screams in rage) at the thought of Jina Mahsa Amini being beaten to death by the Iranian “morality police” for not wearing a hijab correctly, or at least not to their satisfaction. If you don’t think I’d kill every member of the Iranian morality police myself if I could, you overestimate my self control. I’d pull the trigger myself and would make up arguments to justify the mass murder in my mind, even though I know deep down that many of the morality police are themselves victims who have no choice but to do what they do or their own families would die.
I do not choose either of these feelings. I choose neither my indifference at one death nor my rage at the other. Given that we can’t grieve every death, I’m content with my heart’s instincts, however.
no worries there, i think your fear overrules your illogical anger
so unless you were absolutely certain you could get away with it and didnt get hurt yourself, nothing will happen lol
no, i dont mean we should try to go to every strangers funeral and cry…
maybe you didnt choose those initial feelings consciously, but i think you should be able to control and steer them in a more logical and healthy direction and try to relate?
True! I am no threat to them outside my childish and unrealistic fantasies of murdering them all.
Ok, given that I can’t mourn everyone, I logically and healthily conclude that it is better for me to mourn a woman living in an Islamic hellhole being beaten to death by religious thugs than it is for me to mourn a rich white girl who got struck by lightning while hunting animals for fun. I am very content with the direction my instincts are steering me.
that kinda makes sense (if i ignore your discrimination and pretend that corpses could care about how we feel about them), but what about their families?
Given that I can’t relate to every family of every victim, my instincts naturally guide me to be more sorry for the family of the girl brutally murdered by religious zealots than the rich white prick who took his daughter hunting because she thought it was fun to kill animals.
I dislike hunters because 99 % of them do it also because they enjoy to kill. But there are still some I despise more than others. If they do it with methods which aren’t as deadly as the adequate bullit for their prey, or even with traps or bows, for example. I smile everytime such an arse dies while hunting.
Nico, for what it’s worth, while I do not mourn her, I also do not celebrate this girl’s death. That is a special treatment reserved for bullfighters. Every single time a bull kills one of those human cancers, I literally buy a bottle of wine and raise a glass to that bull.
Here is a pleasant photo of matador Ivan Fandino being gored to death by a bull. I love happy endings.
Unrelated: remember the fit you threw when I called the Asshelmets cancers? That makes me smile, too. 
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as much as i despise animal cruelty… if any of us were raised by someone that hunted, we could all be that girl…
seems very strange to me to have “no feelings at all” for her or her entire family just because her dad taught her to hunt
how would you feel if someone smiled when you lost your family member?
“low-iq cancer” lol no i dont remember because i didnt throw a fit; i just removed myself from a “free speech”-site where the owner censors others while spreading hate speech himself
I don’t recall ever banning an Asshelmet until much later, but I might be wrong. I remember banning Os@m@. I never banned Dammitboy! or DiamondGypsy. I didn’t even ban that irritating kid who posted photos of Dana. I don’t even remember his name. I banned Bill but that was over a decade later and I relented. I make no pretenses about absolute free speech. I haven’t for decades. I’m not going to jail so people can post excrement.
I don’t recall Bill ever posting anything that could potentially get you into trouble with authority. I do recall him digging you quite often.
As if you’ve never spread hate speech. 
no i think that is correct; i was referring to you editing and deleting their comments