Rainy day, AND rainy thoughts
Yesterday I was too devastated by monetary policy to be able to make other synapses happen in my brains. I just went with the flow and enjoyed my friends company for shopping and partying.
I also heard the story of a veterinary that went for dinner to the huge villa of a friend. It was the first time he went there, so the friend’s wife begun to show him the place.
The place was wonderful and rather posh. The vet started to become suspicious: in his eye’s corner, he noticed that in the dining room, there were to stuffed lions, male and female. He preferred not to say anything, but the lady noticed his pause and thought he was interesting in those. “Oh, that is Arthur’s passion!” and then made him follow in the dungeons of the house. The place was full of stuffed trophies: a polar bear, a bear, and countless other animals. Ok, the guy was a hunter. The embarrassing thing was that, during the dinner, the two dead lions were staring at him.
Somebody cures animals, somebody else prefers to kill them and keep the corpses at home. What is entertaining about hunting? Why do people like it? I have never understood. It is an index of insensitivity.
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Well, but some people enjoy saving human corpes for everyone to see. I've always wondered, if the mausoleums of Stalin and Mao are punishments or praisals. How proud one can be about him/herself with a plastic body parts (except Michael Jackson)?
Human nature is weird.
Well, people are free to have plastic body parts as long as they don't kill other creatures. Hunters are just rubbish.
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