I couldn’t believe it when I read the news this morning. Jeremy Hunt is prepared to bring back fox hunting. Actually, I can believe it. Jeremy Hunt is a Tory. Not just any Tory. A huge megatron Tory.
Apparently, fox hunting is fine, as it is part of our heritage – according to Jezza.
It has been scientifically proven that foxes show emotions, are intelligent-beings, capable of experiencing fear and pain.
With all this in mind, imagine how a fox would feel, being chased through the countryside (it’s home), by a pack of savage dogs.
Once the fox has been drained of all energy, it will be mauled to death by the hounds. Before the fox’s inevitable demise, the poor creature’s fur and skin will be torn from its body.
With the fox still very much alive, but suffering tremendous pain and terror; the dogs will move onto violently removing the flesh and organs.
Should the fox has still not have perished, it will die within minutes – if not from substantial blood loss, but from catastrophic damage to vital organs.
Anyone with an ounce of humanity will find the barbaric nature of hunting deplorable and totally unjustifiable.
What brings someone to think hunting is a good, fair pastime to be a part of? Studies into serial murderers have revealed that many began killing and torturing animals, years before progressing onto the slaying of people.
Does this mean that those in favour of hunting appear blind to the risk of attracting the next Ian Huntley? A person who finds killing an animal fun, must have some dangerous and unstable morals.
I wonder what the same pro-hunters views would be, if a bunch of teenage yobs, from a council estate were to savagely chase and kill an urban fox, with help from Dwayne’s pet pitbull, while all riding scooters.
I think we all know the answer. How is killing a fox with horses and hounds, different to killing a fox with small motorbikes and a dangerous dog? One group is upper class, the other working class. The contrasts end there. Both parties take part in and enjoy savagely killing a wild animal.
Just to remind you all, based on today’s news, Mr Hunt seems in favour of the barbaric act, because it is part of our heritage.
Here is a list of other horrific things, once part of our “heritage”, but rightly banned and thankfully confined to the history books. Will Mr Hunt be bringing any of these back too?
- Bear baiting
- Cock fighting
- Dog fights
- Capital punishment
- Slavery
- The Jeremy Kyle Show
I threw that last one in for a bit of light-hearted relief. Many of the other examples though, are equally as cruel as fox hunting, so why consider bringing back one blood sport and not another?
Horrible, disgusting news! Someone has been posting poo through our letterbox! OK, not literally excrement from a dog’s anus, but it may as well have been. Take a look at this…
Vile, isn’t it.
UKIP are wasting their time sending these leaflets out. By delivering it to our house, it’ll be put straight into the recycling bin.
Claire and I sometimes use pamphlets to line Roman’s litter tray – he enjoys chewing the paper. However, UKIP are claiming they’re good for the country. Even Roman – a rabbit – wouldn’t swallow that!
It’s not just our household where UKIP are flogging a dead horse. They’re not too popular with the other residents of Bath…
So Teresa lives to fight another day.
I bet she is a little disappointed to still be in a job. A small part of her was probably looking for spending a morning in Wetherspoons, drinking endless glasses of cheap wine.
Despite taking a bit of an interest in some aspects of politics (I’m no Andrew Marr), until today I have never watched a House of Commons debate.
I came home from work, to find Claire watching BBC Politics. Again, like me, she hasn’t watched the channel before – at least not without my knowledge.
The debate focused on the ongoing saga of Brexit. Honestly, this has dragged on longer than all the Star Wars movies, and cost a hell of a lot more money.
To my inexperienced House of Commons mind, it appeared that many of the MPs wanted to vote on the Brexit deal. Teresa May then decided to call the vote off. Probably because she knew all too well that she wouldn’t win.
That’s a great way to avoid defeat, Prime Minister. Leeds United are due to play Bolton at the weekend. If the players just don’t turn up and say that they don’t want to play, will they be awarded the win? If we’re following the PM’s rules, yes. Sorry, Bolton.
Another observation that I made is that Mrs May will do whatever she can to avoid answering a tough question. I know that everyone jokes about politicians doing this, but it really is true!
A Labour MP asked the PM what she would like to say to her constituents, who voted leave, based upon promises which will not be delivered. May didn’t answer. Instead, she reeled off some bollocks about how she has spoken to lots of people, who voted remain, that now want to leave. Now, I’m not calling our respectable Prime Minister a liar, but if she was related to Pinocchio, her nose would have grown so long that it would have stretched across Westminster Bridge.
Her response hasn’t even got anything to do with the issue posed to her in the first place! Again, using ‘Teresa Logic’ in another situation, imagine that you are on Who Wants to be a Millionaire. You’re one step away from the top prize, but have used all your lifelines. You are asked the question “The Koran is divided into 114 sections – what are these known as?”. You respond “The cow goes ‘mooo!'”. Congratulations – you’re a millionaire!
Finally, many of the MPs are bloody rude. Like I have already said, I haven’t watched a debate from the House of Commons before, so don’t know if this happens all the time (but suspect it does). One speaker stood up to make a point, to which a rude bastard in the background shouted out “get on with it!”.
Given how unpleasant they all are, I don’t understand why they call each other “the right honourable”. Why are they not just honest and address each other as “C*nty McC*ckhead”?
The other MPs are no better than the “get on with it” moron. Those not heckling each other, are mostly on their mobile phones! That is, of course, the politicians who had bothered to stay behind to finish the debate. By 6pm, most appeared to have buggered off! Presumably to get home in time to listen to the remainder of the debate on Radio 4, or more likely watch Married to the Eiffel Tower, on Channel 5 – and yes, that is a real documentary
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