Bingo, here we have a bunch of people that call themselves conservative, whining about how some treats their personal property. Do I need approval from you fake conservatives the next time I cut the balls off of a calf. Animals aren't your property, Mr. Somebody Pooped in my Cornflakes.
They are God's property that you are given lease to.
You beat a subordinate life form in front of me because you don't have control of your emotions, and I'll kick your monkey ass on behalf of the tenants you're abusing.
Frowning takes 68 muscles.
Smiling takes 6.
Pulling this trigger takes 2.
I'm lazy.
I think sick and perverted cover your description pretty well.