I live in the oh-so-sassy city of Miami, Florida, and when I tell people down here that I am a hunter they give me that look a woman gives when she plops down on the toilet when the seat’s up. Y’know what I’m talking about, don’t ‘cha?
They screech, “You hunt? Oh my Gawd!” (Usually followed by putting one hand over their mouth and one hand on their hip, followed by putting both hands on their hips and then to their final resting place in the disapproving arm cross. At least that’s what the guys do).
Not only do hunters protect you ingrates’ precious vegetable grub, but we also provide massive amounts of food for the poor. Unlike you, the liberal blowhard, who talks about helping the poor, many hunters practically do it by giving them food. Imagine that. I know, I know hunters are supposed to be—according to Disney—a calloused cabal; however, the reality is that hunters provide a massive, benevolent source of high-protein, low-fat food to the poor at our own expense. What about your mouthy backside, weepy vegan? I wonder how much food you give to the “poor” in reality. I bet most moist-eyed liberal humanitarians don’t even come close to what little old conservative me and my hunter brethren do.
In addition to defending PETA’s carrots and supplying folks who are down on their luck with high protein, low fat venison, the hunters put their money where their mouth is when it comes to conservation. The yarbling libs and the pusillanimous PETA crowd would love to make us all believe that they are true heroes of nature and that hunters are Dr. Evil to animals and land.
However, if the truth can still be told, it’s the hunter who doles out nearly $300 million a year in special surtaxes on guns, ammo, gear and other outdoor supplies which goes to state conservation programs. The tree humpers don’t pay these taxes, Dinky, the hunters do.