I try to be a gentle girl, but this enrages me…

I can’t stand when people hunt for sport. At least, eat the deer if you must kill it.

And, please, for everything good in this world, don’t pose with the bloody body of the life you just took.

And, now, I know you’re not listening to me because you have made it your profile picture on Facebook.

Really, you’d think we were animals, tearing our teeth into creatures made smaller than us.

And, since you think your behavior is acceptable–and maybe even exemplary–I wouldn’t trust you to water my houseplants.

If you can kill a living thing, something with a pulsing heart, without remorse, why should I think you could be civil enough to keep my basil from wilting? Wouldn’t that give you pleasure too?

I see you glaring, and I hear you calling me a priss, but you’re the one with blood on your hands.

(Just a rant from a girl living in rural, redneck America.)