I told friends I wasn’t going to write about Cecil the dead lion because it “wasn’t worth the candle,” which is to say that I think the whole fracas is exaggerated and addlepated.
I’m still not going to write about Cecil and his demise except to say this: Get a brain, people.
He was a lion.
He was killed by a hunter who may or may not have violated hunting’s rules of fair play.
Let. Me. Repeat: He was a lion. He was not a human being.
Hunting is not immoral. Maybe this particular hunter broke the rules of, as I said, hunting fair play, in a manner that sounds akin to spotlighting deer. It is true that lions in the wild are becoming rare. These are all concerns to be dealt with.
But this obsessive craziness over a dead lion is, well, obsessive craziness.
He was a lion. Not a human being. He also was not your pet. A month ago, you had never heard of Cecil the lion.
Talk about bread and circuses.
(OK. Now lay into me for being an animal hater or whatever. Get it all out.)