Tuesday, August 4, 2015

If a lion roars in Zimbabwe, but no one's around to hear it, does it make a sound?



Can I just say, I’m rather annoyed with people and this Cecil the Lion thing.  

I’m not irritated for reasons you might think.  I’m not upset because people are outraged over his killing; I am too.  I’m upset because people who aren’t outraged somehow feel the need to sanctimoniously belittle those who are.   “Oh, you give a shit about a lion, but not the children dying in Africa.”  Um, go to hell.  Yeah, I care about that too.  Why can’t I give a shit about both?   How does me caring about Cecil make me care less about children starving?

Who the hell is anyone to tell me that something I care about isn’t worthy, simply because he doesn’t find it significant or thinks there is something more important to care about?  “Americans can care about a lion but not….”  Give it a rest already.  Don’t tell me what to care about.  Here’s an idea - educate me about your cause, without disparaging someone else’s.  That’s a good place to start.  But telling me that I have to care about your beliefs simply because, well, I care about a stupid ol’ lion is going to get you a face palm.   And if you’re planning on trying to educate me – have facts, not propaganda.  I like to think I’m a reasonable and considerate person; if you come at me with thoughtful, factual information, I’ll listen.  It doesn’t guarantee that I’m going to agree, but I’ll try to see your point of view.  If you’re simply going to spew out vitriolic half-truths and exaggerations at me, you’ll be lucky if you get my zoned-out look.  That means I’m not going to engage you because I realize that talking with you is a waste of my time; you’ve drank the proverbial Kool-Aid.  If you’re not lucky, you’re going to get an earful from me about why you’re an idiot.   These days, I often opt for the former.  It makes my head hurt less and keeps my blood pressure down.  

To sum up; I can care that a lion was killed for its head and hide but its carcass was left to rot and still care about starving children, Vladimir Putin’s policies, law enforcement safety, animal abuse, elderly abuse, the state of education in this country, curing cancer, curing MS, national security, and a plethora of other things.  I can also care about Cecil being slaughtered and not give two hoots about your cause.  I’m talented like that.  You can choose to care (or not) about Vlad’s policies and whatever else you deem important.  Me giving a damn about a lion shouldn’t change that.