FUCK HARAMBE.
Fuck the memes, fuck the tweets, fuck the facebooks.
He needed to die.
For background, a child "climbed a 3-foot-tall(0.91 m) fence, crawled through 4 feet (1.2 m) of bushes, and then fell 15 feet (4.6 m) into a moat of shallow water", I took that information from Wikipedia so it must be true. Who was that child? How old was he? Does anyone remember? Of course not, they just remember the "innocent" gorilla Harambe who lost his life.
It is tragic.
A human child fell into the enclosure of a troop of gorillas and the world fell apart. WHAT TO DO??? The zoo keepers have three options...Shoot a tranquilliser dart, shoot a bullet or let nature take its course.
Lets work through the options:
1. Shoot a tranquilliser dart: Gorillas are tough...very fucking tough. Their skin is like leather, a tiny tranquilliser dart may penetrate the skin but as the zoo has pointed out it would take a while to kick in, in the meantime it would only enrage the gorilla which would probably kill the child out of anger...(I guess you still don't know the kids name yet).
2. Shoot a bullet. This will kill the gorilla instantly, I haven't really done any research because I am lazy but I assume they took a 'kill shot'. I don't know where that is on a gorilla, but I assume the head and/or torso.
3. Leave the wild animal with the child and see what happens. This seems like an awesome David Attenborough documentary but when you have to watch it on YouTube it seems quite perverse.
As far as I can see the zoo had two options. Kill an animal because it may kill a human child or watch on as a gorilla ripped apart a child for fun. You can choose which one is best and if you still think that the shooting of Harambe was not justified then maybe you need to rethink your perception on human life.
The only other headline that would have come out of this was "Zoo officials watch as child is mauled by gorilla"....that is a real tragedy.
Just in case you didn't know the child the zoo keepers saved was called Isiah Gregg.
Wednesday 2 November 2016
Friday 2 September 2016
Why are doorstops not as important today as they seemed to be in my childhood?
I meet a girl the other week. A human girl. With hair.
She was pretty and cute and nice and kind and lovely and other sickening adjectives.
This is the problem...I am none of those.
I am a vile human. A soulless, joyless hole; void of any emotion bar hate.
I would love to spend my days with her, running through fields picking daisies or going to the talkies watching Ryan Reynolds be seamlessly beautiful as he woos a girl or visit the Sealife Centre and pretend to be afraid of putting my hand in the touch pool just so she doesn't get too self conscious...but I can't...well I won't...well if I am being honest I can't.
I can't because she is too beautiful to ever really see me as more than just a friend. And I won't because I could never inflict myself on her.
I am a terrible person. I have demons inside me that I can't let another human see. A dark abyss that can only come from a soul-crushing life that has no reward. A life trudged through with all the lacklustre of a goat walking through quicksand; he knows his life will end eventually but can't pinpoint the moment the sheer banality will finally end.
She is so happy, so carefree and innocent.
As selfish organisms we only want what will benefit us. We find a person that will love us to reassure ourselves that we are a worthwhile human. We get a job to prove we can be valuable in society. That new iphone (It doesn't deserve the respect to be capitalised) you just got gives you a sense that you have earnt something in life.
It's all bullshit...but I digress
I can't bring myself to take away from her personality, her being, who she really is. I will be the black hole that will suck away her humanity. I will smash her innocents into a pulp with my depravity. I will rob her of her happiness just to feed my own vortex of hate.
And that is why I won't...not because I am scared, or worried that she could change me and make me a better person. Or that I am worried that being with her will make me happy. Or terrified that if I am truly happy it would be like sitting atop a house of cards in a strong wind and watching it sway from side to side, always nervous the whole thing would fall and and would tumble into a pile and be left lying on the cold dark floor of regret...............THAT IS NOT IT.
I am doing it for selfless reasons, because I care....
She was pretty and cute and nice and kind and lovely and other sickening adjectives.
This is the problem...I am none of those.
I am a vile human. A soulless, joyless hole; void of any emotion bar hate.
I would love to spend my days with her, running through fields picking daisies or going to the talkies watching Ryan Reynolds be seamlessly beautiful as he woos a girl or visit the Sealife Centre and pretend to be afraid of putting my hand in the touch pool just so she doesn't get too self conscious...but I can't...well I won't...well if I am being honest I can't.
I can't because she is too beautiful to ever really see me as more than just a friend. And I won't because I could never inflict myself on her.
I am a terrible person. I have demons inside me that I can't let another human see. A dark abyss that can only come from a soul-crushing life that has no reward. A life trudged through with all the lacklustre of a goat walking through quicksand; he knows his life will end eventually but can't pinpoint the moment the sheer banality will finally end.
She is so happy, so carefree and innocent.
As selfish organisms we only want what will benefit us. We find a person that will love us to reassure ourselves that we are a worthwhile human. We get a job to prove we can be valuable in society. That new iphone (It doesn't deserve the respect to be capitalised) you just got gives you a sense that you have earnt something in life.
It's all bullshit...but I digress
I can't bring myself to take away from her personality, her being, who she really is. I will be the black hole that will suck away her humanity. I will smash her innocents into a pulp with my depravity. I will rob her of her happiness just to feed my own vortex of hate.
And that is why I won't...not because I am scared, or worried that she could change me and make me a better person. Or that I am worried that being with her will make me happy. Or terrified that if I am truly happy it would be like sitting atop a house of cards in a strong wind and watching it sway from side to side, always nervous the whole thing would fall and and would tumble into a pile and be left lying on the cold dark floor of regret...............THAT IS NOT IT.
I am doing it for selfless reasons, because I care....
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