The Thinking ‘Kat: Fox Hunting
It’s around this time of year that arrogant, cowardly toffs gather up to defy the law (after all, the law is a mere inconvenience to these toffs), and bring together other, like-minded arrogant pricks, complete with packs of dogs, to hunt foxes. These cruel characters perform their bloodthirsty ‘sport’ out of a sense of antiquated nobility, as a means to connect to their historic, land-owning, money-laden roots. Fox-hunting is a demonstration of unchecked privilege, historically wielded as a display of power and influence among the so-called elite, and it has continued in much the same vein.
Some may argue that foxes are pests, and need to be controlled. It could be said that for some farmers, foxes are destructive to their livelihoods, but this hardly makes a case for bringing together gatherings of toffs on horseback, complete with their hounds, ruthlessly tormenting a fox before ripping it to shreds. There is nothing in that deed that suggests pest control. No, all fox-hunting speaks of is a bloodlust, and those who perform it are clearly trying to feel big about themselves. Indeed, to put it succinctly, foxhunters are engaging in an ego-stroking, penis-enlarging exercise, making themselves feel pompous, important, and better-endowed by slaughtering a creature that cannot hope to fight back, all in the name of ‘sport’.
These cowards need to be arrested for their flagrant disregard for the law, and put in their place for their cruelty.
To be blunt, foxhunters can get fucked.
