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Some Thoughts on the Hate-filled, Revenge-seeking Response Towards Walter Palmer

A couple people have asked me, “You’re seriously not at ALL affected by the Cecil story?”

So let me clarify. I am affected, yes. I am affected in the sense that when I heard what happened, I was sad for that animal, and annoyed with the jerks who purposely lured him out of a protected area (note we still don’t know who exactly was involved in that aspect of it), and generally confused as to why anyone would hunt endangered animals for sport. It’s not my thing. It’s not a thing I understand. At all. But it’s something people do and, when done “correctly,” it’s not illegal. Granted, in this case, illegal things went down– but again, we are still not sure exactly who was involved in those aspects.

All of this aside, I don’t blame people for being upset or for having a strong emotional reaction. That’s fine, of course– I’m a huge proponent of “feel what you need to feel,” even if people don’t understand it or can’t relate to it.

I guess I’m just surprised and saddened by the extreme hate-spewing, REVENGE response we seem to be having towards Walter Palmer–over an incident involving an animal. I’m not a fan of revenge responses in general, but I get that sometimes something is so terrible, we seek it.  It just seems a little extreme here, no?

Look, I like animals. Love animals, in fact. Would hunt them? Never. Do I think the events that went down in this particular scenario are ok? No.

But do I think Walter Palmer should be hunted down like human prey? I do not.

I guess I just think there are better targets for that response. Like the Cincinnati cop who shot and killed another HUMAN for NO REASON. Or the guy who shot 9 dead in a black church in Charleston? Or if racism isn’t your thing, how about the guy who randomly killed two people during a screening of “Trainwreck”? And these are just Americans senselsessly murdering other Americans. We can certainly get into international human tragedy as well…genocide…slaying of innocent children…

I’m not saying don’t be affected by the story of Cecil. What happened to that animal is fucking sad, and was completely unnecessary. I guess I’m just confused as to the multiple death threats, the vicious manhunt, and the life-theratening attacks being thrust upon Walter Palmer. Do I think he’s kind of a douche? Sure. Of COURSE. To the point where I think his life should be completely derailed, and he should be the most hated man in America?

Just…no.

We have much better contenders for that. Humans who kill humans.

In that spirit, and because I am simply unsure of how to productively respond to all this… I am making donations to two organizations: The Wildlife Conservation Society (because they do good work, and deserve the positive attention they’re now receiving) and Active Minds (simply because it’s an organization focused on humans helping humans).

Does that really help? Eh. I don’t know. I guess I just found that to be more productive than getting Walter Palmer’s home address from Mia Farrow’s Twitter page and sending him a beheaded stuffed animal with a death threat attached.

But that’s just me.

Oh I Hadn’t Thought of That

I started my therapy session by listing a few concerns…

Me: “My bladder is EXTREMELY overactive lately. Like I have to pee every 5 minutes and it’s really interfering with my life. I know for sure I don’t have a UTI. I’ve also noticed that I’ve been bruising really easily. So I went to the doctor and he did an ultrasound on my kidneys, liver, bladder, and uterus…but so far everything looks fine. I’m still waiting for the blood test results. But do you have any theories?”

Therapist: “It sounds like you’re drinking a lot of water. And bumping into things.”

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The Worst That Can Happen

That moment when you’re so hot post-run, you rip off all your clothes, stand in front of the AC naked, and don’t even bother to close the curtains because honestly, what’s the worst that can happen– the neighbor across the street sort of sees something from a distance?

Then two painters lower themselves onto your balcony.

Right in front of your face.

Oh. Hey guys….

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