In this Oct. 13, 2009 photo, Kelly Holmin, age 12, sits on a bull moose after she shot and killed it on Gunflint Trail in Grand Marais, Minn. A Minnesota wildlife official confirms that Kelly Holmin, a 12-year-old girl is the youngest Minnesotan to kill a moose in the modern era. The bull moose had a 58-inch antler spread and weighed 1,100 pounds. (AP Photo/Jeff Holmin)
Who taught a 12 year-old that you should smile after killing one of this continent's most noble species? Why am I the only one who is crying--who feels nauseated? Connecting with nature means NOT killing it. Would anyone describe a serial murderer as someone who liked to connect with people?
Buy your kid a fucking camera, not a gun. Yeah--ask me how I REALLY feel about it.
And people wonder why I don't get along with other people. Because we act like this, that's why.
It's funny, in a way. I just ordered the book Eating Animals, by Jonathan Safran Foer, which I figured would finally put me over the edge into vegetarianism, at least, and here this picture of a child sitting on a spectacular, non-breathing moose did it for me. I want no part of this.
And here is what they look like alive, just for the record. This picture also makes me cry, for I used to have it framed in my bathroom in an apartment in Phoenix. It was one of my favorite pictures from Idaho. (I don't know the photographer.)
One night in 2001, in yet another drunken rage, my ex-husband--Ray Brown of Odessa, TX, in case anyone's in the area and wants to look him up--punched the picture so hard he shattered the glass and tore the photo, then bled all over the bathroom. It took me days to find and clean all the blood specks up. I'm sure he has no memory of the event.
And I'm sure that memories like these have no impact on how I view the picture of a child smiling over the body of a dead bull moose.
I have nothing more to say.
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