A Very Rare, "I Can't Even" Moment.

In case people need a visual aid to help them understand.

Black rhino =/= human

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-32089948

Dear dumbfuck, bleeding-heart, ignorant, elitist assholes:

It is with all sincerity we kindly ask you to remove yourselves from the gene pool before retarding our species’ intellectual growth any further.

Best regards, Humanity

This man, who won an auction sanctioned by our government with the approval of the Namibian government (who should be getting at least some of the money from the auction proceeds), is not doing this for the same reasons stupid-ass Americans hunted buffalo to extinction.

Yes, I’m sure he enjoys hunting, the adventure, the danger, etc. - bringing the head back is, indeed, over-the-top - but he has been given permission to hunt a SINGLE, SPECIFIC rhino. He has not been given permission of any kind to uninhibitedly slaughter them out of existence. Like the Americans did to the buffalo.

The reason the Namibian government allows this is mainly because the rhinos live in Namibia, and the people there who study the animals know what they do. They are especially familiar to what old, full-grown bulls will do to calves or young bulls: Kill them. Perhaps the bulls don’t like how they smell. Perhaps the bulls sense some innate inferiority in a particular calf. Perhaps the bulls are afraid of the competition. Maybe the bulls just flat-out hate their young. Maybe scientists have a specific reason, but I haven’t looked for it yet. What I do know is those few thousand pound, full-grown bulls have zero qualms goring their young with that enormous horn. They kill the children for whatever reason the bull feels is a good reason.

In other words, the bull is a lot like long-expired members of government whose only directive is using the people and preventing competition until they somehow die. Sad truth, but that’s how it is.

Anyway, by killing the bull that’s on a sort-of rampage, the calves have a chance to actually grow up. The children have one less problem to deal with, and that’s a pretty good thing. So, this guy has paid to help at least slow that particular population of black-rhino.

Of course, there are all sorts of questions we could ask: “How did they survive before we started killing the insano-bulls,” “But, it’s inhumane to kill any animal, so why don’t they just tranquilize it,” and “Why are you playing God?”

All of these questions are very simply answered: Shut the fuck up, you inferior wastes of otherwise useful, basic, cosmic elements. I would use you people as fuel for space exploration rather than risk you procreating.

In a more serious, bare-bones, attempted all-inclusive answer, the humans who truly care are trying their best. I don’t care if the hunter cares. He could be the biggest dumbass in Texas who is only using this as an excuse to shoot something big. The point is, he’s doing it under the supervision of the Namibian government at their behest, and he’s only killing that one.

It’s an answer to a problem. Being able to stop poachers would be an enormous boon to the rhino population, but we don’t see any of you bitches who make death threats shipping yourselves to Namibia to help them stop the ILLEGAL killings. The best answer to help black rhinos would be to completely remove humans from the planet.

In fact, the planet would fare better as a whole. So, by all means, those of you who immediately respond to shock media by transforming into spitting, slobbering, babbling morons, please, go die and make room for our own specie’s children to grow in a slightly-less ignorance-choked world.

New Year's resolutions for attempting to get back into the dating thing after three years: 1. Get better judgement. ----NOPE---- 2. Stop hating everyone who lives in this part of the country. ----NOPE---- 3. Figure out how to interact with women again. ----NOPE---- Like Casey swinging for the fences here. Addendum: 4. Stop being ugly. ----NOPE---- Well, this year isn't working already.

That Was Such A Bad Move

Whoever started that stupid, fucking "doggo" thing needs to be punched in the face. With rebar. Just pulled from a forge.

The funniest thing is that the same argument can be given about the F35. Only the F22 wasn't several billion over-budget by the time it started working. To my knowledge, the F35 still doesn't work the way it's "supposed" to.

The worst thing about wondering if it's better to be dead or living is not knowing the experience of being dead, and once it happens, there's no way to communicate the experience irrefutably.

Darn this work cutting into my free time.

What does it take to get someone to willingly escape from abuse? Two days ago, I got a cryptic text from a friend using a wifi text app that just said “I need you to text me back asap.” I can’t have my phone at work and didn’t see it for almost eight more hours. Tried texting her normal number. Nothing. Tried the texting app number. Nothing. Tried her facebook. Account deactivated. Wtf is going on here? Wake up two hours before alarm worrying and check phone. Still nothing. So, middle of the night, 18-ish hours from last contact, I call the police. Deputies go to her home. No one there. She has a medical condition that physically prevents her from sleeping without medication. She doesn’t get home from work until about midnight. It was 1:30 am. There’s no reason she wouldn’t be home and awake. Police tell me no contact. Trying not to freak out all through work that day. Get home. Still nothing. Checked with police. No contact. No answer from phone. About to go into panic mode. Conduct basic-level facebook stalking: Open fake account, find her account reopened (only certainly blocking real account). Has where she works posted (lucky break, but so so stupid). Call where she works in last ditch effort to make contact. She’s there. There and physically okay. Her fat fuck, red neck, piece of shit, white trash, caliphate-dick-sucking husband got mad she talked to any other men (i.e. myself). Forcefully took her phone from her for almost 24 hours. Blocked numbers of every other guy on her phone, blocked male Facebook friends, then changed her social media accounts’ passwords. Well, that explains what happened. At least she was physically fine? Talk to her for a bit to make absolutely sure. She swears up and down everything is okay. I want to scream at her. All I could do is say “Stay safe” and tell her I’d let the police know I’d gotten a hold of her. Likely last time we’ll ever talk to each other. Tell police we spoke. Police make sure to ask “You actually spoke directly to her on the phone?” Tell them about abusive husband. Deputy feels for the situation but knows she’s the only one who can do anything for herself. Guess this problem is kind of solved... Back to normal life? What the fucking hell is wrong with some people? Her own husband’s sister thinks he’s a piece of shit for how he treats her. Her mother (after learning what kind of shitstain he is) wants her to move back home. Her cousin and his wife want her out. And I, the only friend she was actually comfortable enough to talk to about this, have offered money, shelter, resources, time, anything I could. All she has to do is make the move. But she won’t. She thinks so little of herself, her own abilities, and those of us who’ve promised support that she’d rather stay with a fucking shitstack whom she has openly acknowledged abuses her. Guess I’m fucking useless after all.

Work is hindering my ability to expand my Pokemon portfolio.