Posted on 11/16/2005 1:42:33 PM PST by girlangler
Dinner With an Anti-Hunter
November 15, 2005
by Humberto Fontova
Id just hung the deer by its neck on the swing set for skinning and butchering when..... "Oh Hum-BERTO! Puh-LEAZE!
I look over and its our new neighbor Freddie, wailing from his patio door, his face a mask of horror and disgust. "Humberto! How COULD YOU? Why thats AWFUL!
Freddie moved here recently from San Francisco. People didnt skin deer in their backyards there. Freddie used to open his back door, prance to the fence, and discuss the screen and stage with fellow wine sniffers. Now he opens his back door and finds an assassinated deer dangling with its tongue hanging out, some guy in blood-spattered camo slashing at it with a skinning knife, between swigs from a sixteen-ounce Bud encased in crumpled bag.
I looked over after a hearty swig. "How could? I belched. "How could I? Its easy, Fred. I wiped my bloody finger on my pants, held it aloft and curled it. "You do this, then made trigger-pulling motions. "See Fred? See you easy? Bet even you could do it Freddie my boy. Youre good with your fingers arent ya? Arent...?
"Oh! You... you...YOU! SLAM!
Good riddance. Then the door opens again and my wife, Shirley, storms out. "Havent I told you to do that SOMEPLACE ELSE! My GOODNESS! Cant you... OH WHY BOTHER! SLAM!
Shirleys always having coffee with that dizzy little queen. They get along famously. Hes a designer of some kind, designs Mardi Gras floats in fact. Always happens that way: straight women and gay men get along. Straight men and gay women.... well--I've never seem much of it.
But I was in no mood for sociological reflection. I was still giddy from the ego-buzz of a successful hunt.
Five hours later--sure enough-- there's Freddie's distinctive knock. I open and he dangles a bottle of wine from hand. Freddie looks primed to rip into the braised backstrap of the deer he denounced me for assassinating. Shirley had--naturally--invited him over for dinner.
He peeked into the kitchen where I slaved over a hot range. "Ummmm! He exclaimed with an eye- flutter. "Smells heavenly in here!
I gulped deeply from my whiskey, wiped my mouth with my apron, and turned around. "Youre in for a treat Freddie, my boy. I rasped as the whiskey seared my throat. "See here? And I lifted the lid. Thumper jambalaya... nice, hunh?
"Oh yes certainly looks wonderful. But I...
"And here! I banged the spoon on the pot bubbling in the rear. "Donald and Daffy Gumbo Ya-Ya. I pointed towards the microwave. "Bambis in there, on the serving platter.
"Great! He smacked his lips and rolled his eyes dreamily. I cant wait!
I turned quickly, shuddering with revulsion. Shirley balks, but I insist we throw out any silverware he uses when he dines over.
"Monica! Freddie called to my teen-aged daughter upstairs. "Dinners served. Hurry before it gets cold. Monica was home from LSU for the holidays. They get along well. Freddie helped pick her prom dress, did her hair, suggested a restaurantthe whole bit.
"Like your meat warm, do ya Freddie? I said while pouring a hefty glass from his Chateau- something- or-other.
"Sure, he twinkled. "Doesnt everyone?
"Of course we do! I said while raising the wineglass.
"Oh brother, Shirley sighed. "Hes starting already... Monica! Hurry down honey. Shows about to start.
"We all like it warm, Freddie, because thats what fresh meat tasted like before the discovery of fire. Warm, the temperature of the blood of a living mammal. Thats how our primeval ancestors ate it, Freddie, like all predators.
"Oh Humberto PLEASE! Shirley huffed. Not now. Cant you....
"Carnivores, especially those lovable cuddly wolves your California buddies get so giddy over, start ingesting prey while its still alive, Fred! I gulped again, emptying the glass. They hamstring or disembowel the elk to bring it down. Then dig in while its still moaning and writhing in agony. Those big furry puppies daydream about that when Cindy Crawford, Darryl Hannah, and Kim Bassinger nuzzle with them for the cameras.
"Thats awful. Freddie sighed. "And must we really hear all this while...
"Your cat, too, Freddie. I snapped. The effects of the wine and whiskey were beginning to manifest. "He knows that his claws...
"Its a she, for your information, he corrected.
"Okay, whatever. I watched her by the bird feeder the other day. She grabbed a squirrel, Freddie. Shoulda seen that! It was...
"No! He gasped. "Little Muffin would never
The hell she wouldnt, Fred! I raved. She knows her claws and fangs werent made for that mush you give her in a bowl. She craves fresh blood. She longs to feel her fangs sink into a squirrels throat, to hear the piteous squealing as he scratches and thrashes, to feel the life slowly ooze out of itthen to rip straight into its heart and liver, smacking her lips, and licking her bloody chops in delight.... and thats exactly what she did, Freddie. I saw the whole thing. Geezuz, and I used to hate cats.
"Humberto! Shirley glared. "Thats enough! Come, now. Dont spoil...
"Were no different, Freddie. Look in your mouthnever mind! Point is, you have incisors too. And your eyes point forward Freddie, like those of all predators. Behold the hawk or falcon. His eyes point forward, unlike the duck or pigeon, his prey. Their eyes lie on the side of their heads. Behold the wolf and leopard and indeed, Muffin. Forward again. The deer, antelope, and squirrel, also on the side of the head. Huntings encoded into your genes Freddie, give in! Hunting made us what we are!
I emptied my second helping of wine then leaped from my chair towards the bookcase, just as Monica entered.
" OH NO! She wailed while rolling her eyes ceiling-ward. " Not again, mom! Hes grabbing that STUPID book of his again!
"Stupid book? I wheeled around and shook the dog-eared copy of Jose Ortega y Gassets Meditations on Hunting. A work of genius! I yelled. Ortega was the centurys most acute philosopher!
"Yeah, right, Monica huffed. "My philosophy professor says he was a reactionary.
"Figures!" I howled while turning to Shirley. "See? See what were paying for?
"She won a scholarship. Shirley said in her best Alice Kramden. "Remember?
"Thats not the point. Then I turned to my multi-earinged (but mercifully, still untattooed) daughter..."Tell me Monica. What philosophers are they teaching you about up there? Rosie ODonnell or Courtney Love?
"Alanis Morissette, actually she said smugly. Were discussing her lyrics.
"Heaven help us! I shrieked, then opened the book and read: "Mans being consisted first of being a hunter. I looked up with a Jack Nicholson-type leer. "Hear that folks. Thats not some editorialist at the NRA or Ducks Unlimited. Thats the man who wrote Revolt of the MassesI dont suppose theyve assigned that for Philosophy class, huh, Monica?
"No, Da-ad she said with another eye-roll. "But in English they assigned Maya Angelous....
"Silence! Before I puke! Now back to Ortega: If we imagine our species to have disappeared in the Paleolithic era the word man would lack meaning. We would have to call him hunter.
Then I pointed a white-knuckle fist inches from Freddies face. "And you. Then I looked around the room with a lunatic leer, pointing. "And you... and you. Youre all killers! Every time you buy a hamburger youre paying for the death of an animal, youre putting a contract, a hit if you will, on a poor stupid cow. YES! Its called the law of supply and demanddont suppose theyre teaching you anything about THAT up in college, huh, Monica?
"No, Da-ad, but we learned about Marx and Bakunin and
"Figures! I snarled. "Anyway folks, I make my own hits, like Mikey Corleone. Remember Michael Corleone, Freddie? Remember when he whacked Sollazo and Police Chief McCluskey in that restaurant, huh? BLAM! I slammed the table with my fist. Right through the neck! "
WHATCHIT, you CLOD! Shirley screeched. "Youre spilling the!
"Ooops!
"And watch the lamp behind you! And the coffee table! And there goes the red wine all over the Damn RUG!
"Ooops! Here, Ill get the towel, nothing to it. Well, same with this deer were eating, folks. Poor sucker was enjoying his meal just like McCluskey, contentedly munching away on acorns. He hears my whistle...looks up BLAM! I slammed my fist into my palm inches from Freddies nose. Right through her white throat patch. Never knew what hit him.
"Mom, tell Dad to shut up! Please!
"Were ALL killers! I turned back to Freddie. "Its encoded into your genes Freddie! Be true to your human heritage. Stalk the fields and forests, not public toilets!
"HUMBERTO! Shirley yelled as Freddie tried to leap to his feet. STOP IT! Youre...!
"Yes! Freddie! I seized him roughly by the shoulders. "Im going tomorrow. Come with me and prey on deer and ducks, not boy scouts and altar boys!
"Oh! OH! Shirley!" Freddie shook free and looked towards her for succor, nearing tears. "Hes IMPOSSIBLE!! This man is so MEAN! Hes simply IMPOSSIBLE!
"More wine! I snarled while holding out my glass.
Get it yourself! Monica glowered. "Mom? Dont! Youre not his slave!
"You! I pointed at Monica. You stay outta this, before I backhand ya!
"Aahh-Ahhh! Monica went apeshit. "Mom, did you hear that? Heard Dad? Ms. Rabinowitz, my Sociology professor says I can sue you for abuse!
The HELL with that DINGBAT! I raved. Probably a DYKE too! Now get me some more WINE!
"Aaah-Aaah! Dad, youre such a a a fascist!
"Oh Monica, hush-up. Shirley said. "You know hes never laid a hand on you. Hes just showing off in front of Freddie. Then she turned to me and yelled: "Humberto! You know Freddie doesnt do those type of things! You apologize this minute! And after drinking all his wine. Now you apologize! I MEAN it!
But Freddie had already run home in a teary huff.
Humberto Fontova
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Humberto Fontova is the author of Fidel; Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant, described as "absolutely devastating. An enlightening read you'll never forget." By David Limbaugh. "A remarkable book," says Newsmax' Phil Brennan. "An eye-opener. Fontova explodes myth after myth." Congressman Lincoln Diaz-Balart says, "Humberto Fontova has done a great service to all those who wish to discover the truth about the only totalitarian dictatorship in the Western Hemisphere." David Horowitz says: "Humberto has performed a valuable service to the cause of decency and human freedom. Every American should read this book."
Body parts frequently get chewed off in bar fights.
Sometimes in a Boxing Match.
Sorry bout that, but you set me up.
Monica really gave me the opportunity. ~ ; ^D
**Grin of the Day Award**
After reading this, I think the title should have been "Dinner With a FLAMING HOMO Anti-Hunter from the Gay Bay Area".
Fontova is the best.
In the animal kingdom, grass-eating mammals have smaller brains in proportion to their bodies. Manatees are a shining example. They have huge, thick skulls, but the acutal braincase is about the size of a small orange. No wonder they aren't smart enough to learn to avoid the propellers of noisy boats. Their brains are much smaller than a comparably sized dolphin, another aquatic mammal, who eats ONLY meat. The only exception I can think of in the world of herbivorous mammals is the elephant, which is pretty intelligent, but then again, the elephant is VERY large, hence has a fairly large brain.
But the proportion of brain size with regard to body size in mammals (we're not talking birds or reptiles here) is MUCH larger in carnivores. A horse is smart enough to learn stuff, but look at how BIG he is. A large dog probably has a bigger brain than a horse ten times his size. Cats have especially big brains with regard to their body sizes -- interestingly, although the sabertooth tiger was a LOT bigger in body than a modern cougar, and although he had a big skull, the acutal brain case in that skull allowed for a brain perhaps smaller than that of a modern cougar. In other words, the sabertooths weren't all that bright. Maybe not smart enough to stay away from the tar pits!
I got my buck yesterday morning at 8:35. It stumbled a few yards in a grassy field and keeled over. Two hours later, I had finished field dressing it (about 45 minutes of work) and dragging the 120 pound carcass across a bare, muddy field. I then consumed a 850 calorie lunch, a larger dinner, and was still worn out this morning.
Hunting is a terribly inefficient way to get calories.
I didn't read the whole thing, but I did get a nice big doe last Saturday!
Make sure to put the blood around the roses. It's great for them.
I think they might be on to something here: The vegans I have known have could not hold a thought for more than a second or two. They were airheads.
I know that if a breastfeeding mother follows a vegan diet, it is recommended that she takes fish oil, in order that the baby's brain not be malformed.
Even 45 minutes seems extended for gutting a deer.
I field dressed two deer last Tuesday in 15 - 20 minutes. With an hour one was hanging from my meat rack, the other was stretched out in the back of my truck to cool.
Admittedly, the butchering takes longer, but field dressing is pretty quick.
Can you imagine what it would have been like without a rifle.
Spears, arrows, and group strategy were the weapons. And there was a good chance that you might get injured if the animal wasn't completely dead. If only injured, maybe enough to cause infection and then death.
Not an easy life.
1.Where does milk come from? The Grocery Store.
we get ours out a handy throw away plastic jug now, not at all like those heavy glass bottles we use to get milk in
of course, we don't get all that heavy yellow milk on top that the bottles made, but its still good
;)
Which may explain why vegans are often mentally *off*! But no, really, with regard to how our brains "grew" to their present size, it is known that any mammal fetus requires protein for the development of the brain cells, and ONLY protein. The higher the protein content in a pregnant mammal's diet, the larger the brain of its offspring. Theoretically, when our ancestors "split" from chimps or apes and our diet changed to one of high protein (as in, meat!), pregnant females started "building" fetuses with larger brains.
Today, when you come across the very STUPID vegan woman who insists on keeping to a vegan diet while pregnant, what her body will do is to rob from her nutrients to "build" the baby. Hence pregnant vegan women are debilitated and weak during their pregnancies, and their babies are often underweight.
"Hunting is a terribly inefficient way to get calories."
Look on the bright side. It is a great way to burn them.
Makes sense. Very interesting -- "split from chimps." Didn't realize this.
Also read that our brain size is limited due to the size of the birth canal. And our brains might be much larger if it weren't for the fact that it would kill both mother and child during birth if the child's head were much larger.
Ask any mother -- it is tough enough as it is. :)
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