Rambling Rhodes

Holy... fucking... shit.

I feel a little sick right now.

There are people in this world that really have no business breathing at all. The people that chopped off that dog's head definitely fall into that category.

How awful and just cruel.

I saw this too and it initially made me sick. And then I started to think about it more. Granted, there's a sweet teenager involved and so this is probably not the case.

What if the dog was a total nuisance? True, it would have to be some kind of supreme asshole, capable of menacing an entire neighborhood. Chasing mailmen alone would not cut it.

I dunno. I can rationalize this into being less horrible than it might initially seem. I mean, the dog may have been killed relatively humanely before it was decapitated. It might even have been hit by a car, and someone just mutilated the body in a fit of... well, grossness.

And it's not like I didn't have a giant fucking flank steak for dinner on Monday night. I mean, dogs are a bit smarter than cows but, ontologically, an animal's an animal.

I was watching TV the other day and heard someone talking about their pet say something like, "I'm Fluffy's mother," and I just thought, damn, people in general get way too connected to their pets and not nearly connected enough to other people.

I don't care if the animal was dead for three days after getting mauled by a bear. Decapitating it and sending the head, giftwrapped, to the former owner is some sick, disgusting shit.

Relevant diversion:
I have a firend that I've known since HS. We ended up rooming together for our freshman year of college. After that he decided to go greek. The next year he moved into an apt near greek row. The guy was an female-ass-magnet and had T&A buzzing around him like flies on road kill. In an effort to illustrate this analogy, I mailed him a fetal pig that I snagged through Bio 210. Straight from the dissecting tray into a Priority Pouch.

Today, the guys is jumping out of planes over Iraq and Afghanistan. I am planning my next care package.

Back to Joshua's rationalizing. The girl involved looks innocent enough, with her puppy in her lap, etc.

As my wife pointed out, and I can confirm from the other side of the gender fence, she could have been one cold-hearted, back-stabbing, semen-swilling, bi-polar, yeast-infected, rank and file queen Bitch. Alright, I may have extrapolated most of that from a few of previous experiences. But you get the idea.

I actually looked at the girl's picture and thought she looked kinda. . . rough? Something about the eye shadow.

Regardless, the gift-wrapped dog head still strikes me as pretty damned wrong.

Well, sick and mean from a human perspective, certainly. But partly because we tend to make ridiculous assumptions about one kind of sick over another. I mean, remember when you could buy cow tongues in grocery stores (maybe you still can in the midwest. i haven't seen one in seattle for decades). A dog tongue is a pretty loaded thing to send someone, but a cow tongue would just be mildly gross. I'd actually rather get a cow tongue than, say, a flaming bag of dog shit.

I dunno. It all just seems kind of arbitrary to me.