Read this post on Daily Kos today about the uptick in canned hunts of white buffalo. Here's my rant -
The point of "vanity hunting" is easy enough - to gain a sense of power over the helpless while projecting them as dangerous - or, in other words - faking it. It is fantasy with very real consequences. That you are removing from the world what is considered either rare or sacred is an added satisfaction to a corrupt and greedy soul. The point of vanity or canned hunting of white buffalo? Injun killing. Time it stops.
Most white people don't know that as late as the 70's and early 80's, truck loads of drunk white men would drive onto reservations, even here in Oregon, and gun down "Indians" for sport. A man or woman here or there. Never more than one so as not to draw too much attention. There were never investigations, never arrests.
These kinds of practices don't ever completely go away. And, at times like ours now, where the resurgence of these sentiments are being re-encoded in our politics in less egregious but still blatant ways - the removal of protections for the Earth, for the poor, for minorities, for women, for children, for the aged, for the differently abled, for the disabled, for the refugee, for the immigrant, for the queer - and the increased protection of the very wealthy (and white who benefit from the decrease in political and social protections for equality) - such practices as these become more commonplace as outlier reminders of who is now in power just as burning mosques and synagogues remind the nation whose religion now reigns.
We are seeing this now in those pockets where violence is already a daily occurrence so as to hide one's ill deeds amid the already existent chaos or where pockets of racism and misogyny managed to persist against the tide of social democracy and equal justice where one's misdeeds are lauded.
I must guess here now, given that i don't vanity hunt - what IS their need? I might stupidly and unkindly yell at my dog in an effort to regain power over him for some often inconsequential thing, but i don't go looking for puppies to kick. I pay someone to kill for my dogs meat tho i will never meet that soul or the soul of the animal who died, but i won't knowingly feed him an animal whose life was taken with glee. I will choose flesh for him whenever possible that came from an animal that had a better life over a poor creature who languished in a cage all its short existence. I will avoid cruelty where i can when promoting my life and my dog's life (unless i'm being an ass).
So, are these gleeful hunters simply asses? Are they cruel? Insatiable? Power-hungry? Needing to bring about unnecessary suffering? Unable to see the suffering they cause? It couldn't be this last, since choosing a white buffalo is precisely so as to deliver suffering and insult on both the animal and those than revere it. It's times like these, reading stories such as this one, that i find that i will spend days, if not weeks wondering...until the taint of evil i feel at the very actions of these people seems far enough away from me that i might forget them for a time.