humans like to kill ugly things, and protect cute things,

Compare an animal's brain, or even an infant's brain to an adult human's, and we'll see a world of difference. Adult human nervous systems are so far superior to animals and infants, they may as well not really have feelings, compared to us. I mean, when was the last time a dog blogged about how mean the world was?

 

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I saw this once as an argument that humans are natural vegetarians.

Place an apple and a bunny in front of a child and it will naturally want to eat the apple and play with the bunny.

Place an apple and a bunny in front of a tiger cub and it will naturally eat the bunny and play with the apple.

 

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Nah, if you put either in front of a child he'll put both in his mouth. Natural omnivore.

 

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and the tiger cub will probably play with the bunny too

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Humans like to kill, mostly non-humans, but in many cases, humans too. And there would be a lot more humans killing humans were it not for the prison bogey.

Humans are the only animal that kill for "sport".

Humans are the greatest catastrophe to happen to Earth.

 

If it was to do with compassion and empathy then why would that compassion only be for 'cute' things?

 

Cute things are cute cause they share similar physical proportions to infants and children.

 

Oh! We are so compassionate!
Oh! We are so sentimental!
Oh! We are the only animals capable of rational thought.
Oh! We feel, we love, we grieve, we exult, we care, we hate………for we are human.

Picture a little lamb gambolling through the meadow, exploring a world entirely new to him. His mother occasionally comes and nuzzles him, making sure he doesn’t stray too far, and comes to no harm. Come lunch time, and he takes his position to suckle at her teats, his life giving and sustaining force.

The breeze is blowing gently, grassy fragrances waft through the air, while small birds frolic in the branches above.

Suddenly, the ewe is yanked away by a pair of farm hands. He doesn’t immediately realize it yet, but, in the blink of an eye the lamb’s world is transformed to a huge void. Soon enough he feels lonely, he longs for his mother, he bleats a bit, looks around as far as his tiny eyes will see, and bleats some more. He then scampers off to chase a butterfly, returns exhausted, bleats again. He now truly feels alone in the world, but surely mom can’t be very far. A series of bleats, this time more urgent. He is hungry too and longs for the comfort of his mom’s side.

He lies down, gets up, looks all around, bleats again. This goes on for what seems like an eternity to a mind not yet fully aware of its surroundings. Soon he is herded away along with the other sheep back to the pen. For the first time in his life, he is lost, cold, hungry and without a mother’s warmth. He ambles along back to the pen that he has always known as home with mom.

On the way, he happens to peep through a window and stares transfixed. Someone resembling his mother hangs from a hook, eyes wide open, something dripping from her neck. A human comes along, yanks his ‘mom’ down and proceeds to cut her up. He is jostled now by his peers and has to move on.

He lies quietly in the pen, adjoining the farmhouse. He cant bear the loneliness and hunger anymore, and his limbs ache from fatigue and worry. He still hasn’t understood the full purport of what he saw through the window, although some part of the reality is now seeping in. Raucous laughter draws him out of his stupor and he cranes his little neck to peep through a slit in the wood. And what he realizes devastates his tiny intellect. His entire universe collapses while his gentle heart beats a little heavier and learns the meaning of pain for the first time. Three-pronged forks are digging into his mother while a blade of steel hacks away at her mercilessly. People are having dinner. And they have said grace before eating his mother……………..


Fish, swimming languidly in lakes, are victims of the same ruthless mass hunters who refer to themselves as “made in the image of God”. When the worm on a hook baits a juvenile mackerel right in front of its mother’s eyes. The mother waits at the edge of the boat hoping that her child will miraculously return.

Chickens - mothers and children, aunts, friends are the most horrified witnesses to barbaric ignominies meted out to their nearest and dearest right before their eyes. Beheaded, feathers plucked clean, diced into manageable sizes; at other places, dumped into boiling water even before being fully dead, frozen, packed, sold, cut into mouthfuls, skewered, often dripping, sinews wrenched from sinew, and ground by unfeeling teeth.

Oh! We are so compassionate!
Oh! We are so sentimental!
Oh! We are the only animals capable of rational thought.
Oh! We feel, we love, we grieve, we exult, we care, we hate………for we are human.

 

Mmm... lamb chops.

 

besides, noone mentioned anything about the seals they club over in canada...they must be butt ugly for people to kill them so brutally

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Some people just like to kill things. It makes them feel like they held and excercised power over something. Spiders are usually targeted because they do seem a little creepy and some people (naturally?) feel only comfortable around a dead one. But it's just as wrong to, on purpose, kill a cute bunny, or a new born human baby or a helpless kitten. I'm sure many spiders get stepped on by accident, it's sad, but it's not intentional so it's not wrong.

 

I get off on killing and beating stuff, I won't lie.

 

shit, if you put some poison infront of a child he will probably eat that too,


peace.

 

that is very honest of you, and i will admit there is a certain joy in it,

i wouldent say i like to kill things, but i do like to smash things and just be destructive soemtimes, like to into a mirror store with a baseball bat and go nuts etc,


the urge is there, pointless destruction, you gotta love it


peace.

 

elephants are very destructive, i think the more intelligent something is, the more urge to break crush and destroy,

hawking must be a destructive maniac. he beat himself into that chair.

peace.

 

i liked this post,

it was so peacefull untill that farmer got his hands on it, it makes me not want to be human,

but yeah like roman said, lamb chops, i would kill it for food, shame though nonetheless,


peace.

 

Well fed dogs and cats kill for fun - That is becoz of pre-programmed evolutionary enmity or to protect their territory.

Mackerel dont care for their young - That's what we think with our grossly limited knowledge about creatures other than us. Nay, ourselves too! "Finding yourself' is a common enough phrase in socio-speak.

I often wonder what animals must be thinking about us, given our dismal history.

 

what about child abusers and killers/rapist ?

 

what about them?,


im not saying im for it, but trying to be totaly non biast here, why does it matter?, we would let an animal rape anouther young animal of its of species, and just say, well let nature take its corse, but if it happened to a human we will say its wrong because we hold our species higher than any other because of our supposed intelligence,


why cant humans let nature take its course, and accept what we accept from animals?.


is it right to pick and choose what species is allowed to do what?.

its not like we live in peace anyway is it, why are we so intent on making all of these laws wich go against the natural way of choas/order,


peace.