Although I have never thought twice about eating fish, pork, poultry or beef, I have a great deal of respect for Bob Barker (former host of "The Price Is Right") for quitting as emcee of the Miss USA pageant after fur coats kept being awarded to contestants. I have personally hated fur coats (even those with fur trim) as long as I can remember [see the poem "Down with Fur" in a previous post], long before I ever heard of Bob Barker. I would never personally ruin a fur coat with red paint or blood, but I have absolutely no sympathy for anyone whose fur coat(s) is ruined in such a way.
Poachers: Poachers are hunters who mostly hunt rare and endangered species, often for high profits. Other poachers hunt abundant species at illegal times or out of season; or, in illicit ways, such as using bright lights to stun their prey. Since poaching is illegal, in many places (such as Kenya), poachers organize into heavily armed cartels or gangs, ruthlessly ready to kill anyone who gets in their way. In parts of Africa, I hear the ivory poachers are organized very much like the Medillin, Colombia drug cartel(s). (to be cont'd)
[The original version of this essay first appeared in Eastern Connecticut State University's Campus Lantern student newspaper and as part of my unpublished manuscript "In Mediocrity We Trust... In Debt We Die" And Other Essays]
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