Ever see that commercial where the girl freaks out and her boyfriend gets up to kill the spider? Spider says, "oh, hell no!" Using its' spider legs, it reaches up, grabs the dude by his finger, flips the dude onto his back and drags his ass away. Very funny and highly unexpected shit. What's going on down below ain't like that.
This seal is scrugged, for sure. Even though we know this seal is meat, the majority root for it to somehow stop the course of the inevitable, for something to intervene on its' behalf. If only this seal was as resourceful as that spider, giving it the capacity to turn the tables on his would be assassin in such a way. But it's not. Rooting for the underdog is almost a natural instinct. That's why seeing this seal apparently about to be used as a piñata by the guy with the club, gives most people a twinge of pity and remorse.
But there are others. These others couldn't care less about an underdog, or that seal. They want to hear the final cry of desperation from this creature, want to see it smashed with that club, to see it pummeled. They would like to see the snow stained red with the blood of this poor defenseless creature. They long to hear the "CRACK!" of the club against its' skull. They want to see that man of bad intentions rain down blow after furious blood spraying blow upon the decreasingly lifeless blubbery carcass of that animal.
They would love to see that man use the gaff portion of that club to skewer that animal, dragging its' bloodied and battered lifeless mass across the white snow, streaking it with crimson all the way back to the boat. And to those people, all that can be said is... You're sick! And, welcome home!
They would love to see that man use the gaff portion of that club to skewer that animal, dragging its' bloodied and battered lifeless mass across the white snow, streaking it with crimson all the way back to the boat. And to those people, all that can be said is... You're sick! And, welcome home!
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