Todah for the memories. When I was in Congo the government would pay $50.00 for a dead Lion. There was no shortage. Lions were killing a lot of people, women and children. That’s what they do. Cecil was a hunter. He spent his life killing and eating cute little cuddly and tasty animals. The story here is the fact that the hunter became the hunted. It’s almost like “what goes around comes around.” And besides, “Cecil” does not exist. The fantasy persona that is conjured up by the name is that of a nice harmless, almost delicate demeanor. It’s just silly. This was an animal. A predator. A Killer. He was beautiful, magnificent. But he was not a person.
You are absolutely right. Animals are not people, yet some here elevate animals even above man. It is disheartening to read faux conservatives worshipping the created instead of the Creator.