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Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 10:46 pm
by Illinoisblue
If only!
I'm clearly in the minority here. I just don't see a problem with fox-hunting and hope that it continues for as long as possible.
I'm sure it won't and that in a couple of years time it will be outlawed.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2004 10:58 pm
by Pervert
So what exactly appeals to you? The blood? The baying of the hounds.
Oscar Wilde summed it up perfectly.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:12 am
by Illinoisblue
Yep, I've been keeping in touch with events via the BBC website, they were offering a live feed to News 24 earlier but it was a pretty shitty picture.
So when fox hunting's been done away with, what next?
Surely the sport of fishing's equally cruel?
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:14 am
by Illinoisblue
Wasn't Wilde's quote something like "the unspeakable in pursuit of the inedible."?
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:16 am
by Pervert
If three dozen foppishly dressed morons surrounded a pool containing one fish, and had their specially trained otters chase it to the point of exhaustion and then rip it to pieces, the analogy might be better.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:20 am
by Holden MacGroyn
You're getting good at this Crackers.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:21 am
by Pervert
That's the fella.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:21 am
by Pervert
Cheers, mate.
Re: The Class Thing
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 12:23 am
by Illinoisblue
Just looked at tomorrow's front pages on the BBC website.
The Daily Mail has a banner headline of 'Civil War' while, equally unsurprising, the Daily Mirror has pictures of 'foppish' types with bleeding heads and states 'Now you know how the fox feels'.
Getting back to foxes - have you ever thought that they might enjoy the thrill of the chase, that it brings some excitement to their otherwise dreary lives? Bit more exciting than the lot of a cow or pig that, before it reaches your plate, has to endure weeks in a shitty field before meeting its maker in the blood-splattered slaughterhouse.