Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks again to Pirate’s Cove for the Rule Five links!  Also, our good friend Wombat-socho, who compiles links and so forth for our also-good-friends Robert Stacy McCain and Smitty, has fallen under the weather.  Please go here for news and ways in which to wish him the best.  Wombat’s a great guy, and we wish him a speedy recovery.

I wish I could say this was a surprise.  A man hunting elk in Montana was mauled by a grizzly, and animal rights morons responded by bemoaning the fact that he survived.  Excerpt:

Sunday, right before he went into surgery, a friend messaged him a warning that an animal rights group in England had reposted his post.

The flood gates opened.

Many of the comments Legasa received were supportive. Friends, family and strangers wished him a speedy recovery. But there were many critical, mean and violent comments, too.

“Karma. Can you post your address so that someone can finish the job and feed the remains to the bears in winter,” posted a Facebook user from France.

“Come on guys, don’t be so mean. This is incredibly tragic,” wrote someone from Canada. “Tragic that Momma Bear didn’t get a chance to finish the job of taking out the trash.”

An American wrote, “Bet you’re not the apex predator you thought you were. Let’s hope the next time the bear finished what it started.”

First off:  Facebook is a damned snake pit of stupid, and if you post anything there, you shouldn’t be surprised at any response you get from the moron gallery.  But with that said:

Speaking as the guy who literally wrote the book on these assholes, none of this surprises me one iota.  When Misplaced Compassion came out in 2001, I got a stunning amount of hate mail and even some shitty, threatening phone calls – which calls I responded to with jeering and taunts until the caller eventually gave up.  I was even approached in a parking lot after leaving the 850KOA talk radio building in Denver by an animal rights nut who suddenly thought better of threatening me personally when he noted I was younger (then!) and probably had ten inches height and seventy-five pounds on him.

That’s why the current discussion of threats and so forth in politics doesn’t surprise me.  It’s not anything new.  I’ve been dealing with it for seventeen years now.