08-18-2005, 02:31 PM
The problem here is really rather simple.
The Carolina Panthers.
Some fat stupid toothless redneck somehow winds up with a panther kitten. It's a Carolina Panther fan thing. They want the animal that is the team's mascot. People buy these panthers. You can purchase them down at the local flea markets.
People get them, and keep them for a while, usually till they start wrecking the bloody house. Then, they either, chain them up outside in a cage, till they become completely unmanageable, or, just skip this stage and just let them go.
Even sadder, most of them are not even black. Most are just little leopard kittens that have been dyed just before selling so people think they are black. Occasionally you find other species of large cats, also died black.
And as sad as their story is, it gets even worse. What do you get when you have one of God's super predators running around the subburbs, hungry, desperate, and wanting territory?
I personally have had problems with two. The first, well, at the time I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was a super predator. It was killing and eating my goats and livestock. And it was BIG. I didn't know what it was, but it had paws the size of dinner plates. I was not terribly aware of what the idiot locals had been doing at this time, so I could not figure out why there was some great cat stalking around where I lived. Sadly, I shot and killed the first one. I didn't want to, but some of my neighbors were scared senseless and they have kids and livestock of their own. The second I took great pains to take it alive with some help from some folks who cared.
And there are more. Lots more. Just a few weeks ago some SC Wildlife officials raided a flea market vendor and took around two dozen animals.
People are #$%&ing stupid.
The Carolina Panthers.
Some fat stupid toothless redneck somehow winds up with a panther kitten. It's a Carolina Panther fan thing. They want the animal that is the team's mascot. People buy these panthers. You can purchase them down at the local flea markets.
People get them, and keep them for a while, usually till they start wrecking the bloody house. Then, they either, chain them up outside in a cage, till they become completely unmanageable, or, just skip this stage and just let them go.
Even sadder, most of them are not even black. Most are just little leopard kittens that have been dyed just before selling so people think they are black. Occasionally you find other species of large cats, also died black.
And as sad as their story is, it gets even worse. What do you get when you have one of God's super predators running around the subburbs, hungry, desperate, and wanting territory?
I personally have had problems with two. The first, well, at the time I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was a super predator. It was killing and eating my goats and livestock. And it was BIG. I didn't know what it was, but it had paws the size of dinner plates. I was not terribly aware of what the idiot locals had been doing at this time, so I could not figure out why there was some great cat stalking around where I lived. Sadly, I shot and killed the first one. I didn't want to, but some of my neighbors were scared senseless and they have kids and livestock of their own. The second I took great pains to take it alive with some help from some folks who cared.
And there are more. Lots more. Just a few weeks ago some SC Wildlife officials raided a flea market vendor and took around two dozen animals.
People are #$%&ing stupid.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."