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Originally posted by sunnybunny
I guess the animal lovers in the midwest aren't as devoted as they are here in the DC metro area. One of my neigbors (the mother of the "Poor Man's Pamela Anderson" as Chef labeled her, for those of you who have met all my trashy ho friends) who is a wildlife rescuer, among other things, would have come out in the dark, in three feet of snow, or during a hail storm. She takes better care of fauna then she does of her family. Maybe I can convince her to hop on a airplane to Minn. next time.
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Warning: I am not responding EXACTLY, DIRECTLY to Sunny's post.
I was watching a nature show a while back and they focused on a young bear cub who'd become lost. The narrator, who had a camera about 20 feet from the cub, matter-of-factly said some shlocky crap like "ahhh, the cruel dance of nature... this bear will not live to see the next season." I wanted to reach through the screen and scatter the fucker's teeth. Why not drop your pompous detached objectivity, pick up the bear, and take it to a fucking sanctuary? I'd like to leave that asshole in Falluja with a canteen and a compass and film him screaming as we drive away, calmly narrating into my mic, "Ahhh, nature, this skinny British fuck will not see sundown."
