Hunting People for Sport

I'm for it, mostly convicted felons, cheaper than prison!!!

You're not "supposed" to do a lot of things.
ONWARD! Get all da humans!

How else are we supposed to thin out the herds?

I'm for hunting the criminals in suits. I know it's not as sporting, they're dressed in constrictive clothing, a lot of them are older, and the female ones might have to flee in heels, but they're definitely a nuisance species.

reminds me of the short story, "The Most Dangerous Game."

Me too.


Yay, literacy!

I don't know whether to be comforted or concerned that a few of the above are on my FL. I got my eye on you!

and then there's:

I just like to "hunt" men.

Can I still do that?

Do you have the proper license and equipment?

A few years back all the animals went away.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren’t there anymore. They didn’t even leave us a note, or say goodbye. We never figured out quite where they’d gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn’t. There just weren’t any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn’t know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn’t have animals anymore, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets or to cease testing products that might cause us harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can’t talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender and succulent.
We flayed their skin and decorated ourselves in it. Baby leather is soft and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them and scalded them. We burnt them. We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains. We grafted, and we froze, and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies’ veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until they stopped breathing or until their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but it was necessary.
No one could deny that.
With the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only…
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don’t know where they went. We didn’t even see them go.
We don’t know what we’re going to do without them.
But we’ll think of something. Humans are smart. It’s what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We’ll figure something out.

~Neil Gaiman

FYI: Before you hunt me down for posting this short story, it was not meant to cause any pain or pass judgement of any kind, (people who know me are aware I don't judge nor preach) it is just a fascinating thought provoking, albeit grim, short story.



ETA: No doubt I will come back to this and have been educated on the vast differences between animals and babies etc I reiterate it is a story!

It's not called stalking...it's called showing intense interest.

All the time.

A few years back all the animals went away.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren’t there anymore. They didn’t even leave us a note, or say goodbye. We never figured out quite where they’d gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn’t. There just weren’t any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn’t know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn’t have animals anymore, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets or to cease testing products that might cause us harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can’t talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender and succulent.
We flayed their skin and decorated ourselves in it. Baby leather is soft and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them and scalded them. We burnt them. We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains. We grafted, and we froze, and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies’ veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until they stopped breathing or until their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but it was necessary.
No one could deny that.
With the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only…
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don’t know where they went. We didn’t even see them go.
We don’t know what we’re going to do without them.
But we’ll think of something. Humans are smart. It’s what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We’ll figure something out.

~Neil Gaiman

FYI: Before you hunt me down for posting this short story, it was not meant to cause any pain or pass judgement of any kind, (people who know me are aware I don't judge nor preach) it is just a fascinating thought provoking, albeit grim, short story.



ETA: No doubt I will come back to this and have been educated on the vast differences between animals and babies etc I reiterate it is a story!

THAT AIN'T REAL!
(Something about babies being rational, thinking creatures, early childhood development, growing to adult humans, something other animals can't do, terrible person, pound of flesh, *gets the torches*)

But seriously, I sure do love me some Neil Gaiman, and I think you're pretty neat too, big guy.

Fellow citizens, let THE PURGE begin!

Awesome movie, and look what is coming out very soon...

I can't flippin' wait! It may seem morbid, but I was this excited when I initially seen the previews: