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[unknownfate]

Went out to celebrate St. Patty's Eve at the Dewline. We saw an arctic fox. The dewline guys despaired for it. It seems the local kids come out on snowmobiles and chase the foxes down and run over them.

That's just sickening. And not just because all the crap I have to listen to on a daily basis about the bond between the native people and the land. They are 'stewards of the land'. They have a 'spiritual connection with the animals and the land itself'. Which is why it takes six of them to hem in an arctic fox that's just barely bigger than a breadbox and run over it with a Polaris snowmachine until it's a bloody smear on the snow.

Hypocrisy aside, I can't help but be appalled by the waste. Even if the fox's life meant nothing, its pelt would still be worth a lot. And what the hell?? Am I just such a goody-two-shoes that I don't see the appeal in splattering a small animal all over the landscape? Because I think it's sick. And mean. And I can't even feel sorry for them as maladjusted, troubled youth. I think they're a bunch of punk bastards and I hope the ice breaks under their snow machines and their bodies are never found. Good riddance. I'd rather have the foxes.

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[slayersyrena.livejournal.com]

I don't believe there's any point in flattening an artic fox with a snowmobile either. But still, that does not mean you should wish a person to die, even if they are acting immature. (Though I do understand you're just venting. Your frustration is certainly justified. I'd feel just as angry myself!) If they really want to take down a fox they should do so in a mature manner, through hunting. And you're right, the fur would be worth it (plus they'd be developing a skill in the process).

I'm sorry they ruined your night. I can understand your outrage at immature 'boys'. I experience the same thing at work... It's a daily frustration. I've had to threaten some of the guys here to stay away from the stray kittens/not to hurt them. (I've been feeding them).

Are their any cafes in Barrow you can hang out at? (I know you don't drink bean juice but most cafes serve tea too amongst other nice things). Maybe the crowd there would be less frustrating? (But then I'm not knowledgeable on Barrow).

Human Nature

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

Just being honest. I really would rather have the foxes. Just because what I want isn't the right thing doesn't mean I don't still want it.

And no, no cafes. We've got a few restaurants, but they keep weird hours. Except for Sam & Lee's which is open 24/7 and I expect the entire family running it to have a mass nervous breakdown and explode any day now.

Re: Human Nature

[slayersyrena.livejournal.com]

That's too bad. I know how important it is to have a nice place to unwind (free of annoyances).

Oh, did you get that email I sent you about the land giveaway in Alaska?

Re: Human Nature

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

Yep. Dinah and Sandro are applying for it.

Preach it Sister Nesbit! PREACH IT!

[eternal-chimera.livejournal.com]

I know you dont really want to kill them folks off, but if they would just suddenly dissapear from the planet, without having ever been remembered, the world would be a better place...

And if it comes to a choice of killing the foxes, or killing mean people that want to kill the foxes for sport... well, I am right there with you.

Idea for a dark sharpie "therapy comic". Pick the meanest kid, draw them and draw something that looks like the scene from Ghost with the evil comming to get him....but let it be all fox spirits!

Re: Preach it Sister Nesbit! PREACH IT!

[bane-6.livejournal.com]

That's a really good idea...

That's AWFUL!

[siarwenevenstar.livejournal.com]

The poor little fox! That's just not sportsmanship at all! It's the same with hunting with hounds. I once volunteered at a charity horseshow to do some stewarding (if it's on when you're down, I'll bring you with, because there are some BEAUTIFUL horses around), and I got a lot of funny looks off about ninety nine point percent of the competitors and their entourages.
"Have I met you before?"
"No, no, I don't think so."
"Do you have a horse?"
"No, sadly."
"Have you ever owned one?"
"Your father never bought you one?"
"No."
"You don't show somebody else's pony?"
"Afraid not, no."
"Do you Hunt?"
"Good LORD No!"
"Whyever not?"
"Because I don't see the point in chasing a poor little animal all the way across the countryside to see it get torn apart by thirty dogs. It's not sport, it's murder!"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE THEN?"
*Sian picks up commentary microphone*
"THE WORKING HUNTER CLASS WILL SHORTLY BE HELD IN RING FIVE!"
"Shit! I'm late. MIRIAM! TACK SHORTY UP!"