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Well, here we go again - Pre-Christmas Family fun party time again.
Once again my carnivorous brother stole the limelight!
We were watching something on TV to do with cross country motor racing and the discussion went something like this:
Him: It's lovely countryside but they have to keep culling the animals.
Me: What animals?
Him: Badgers, rats, mice etc. You see, they over breed and have to be regularly culled. The same with pheasents.
Me: I don't think it's right to cull any animal.
Him: That's ridiculous! of course they have to be culled otherwise the world would be
overrun with these animals. That's why the gentry have to shoot pheasents to cull the species.
Me: So does that mean that since the world is overrun with humans, we have to cull them regularly?
Him: No, no I'm not saying that of course, but as we're the dominate species it's our job to cull animals!
Me: I don't believe we are the dominate species.
After this our conversation petered out, as he was a guest in my house, at a party, and I didn't want to create more trouble.
Afterwards, my wife told me, she thought we were going to come to blows.
Roll on good old Christmas time for lots more fun!
Once again my carnivorous brother stole the limelight!
We were watching something on TV to do with cross country motor racing and the discussion went something like this:
Him: It's lovely countryside but they have to keep culling the animals.
Me: What animals?
Him: Badgers, rats, mice etc. You see, they over breed and have to be regularly culled. The same with pheasents.
Me: I don't think it's right to cull any animal.
Him: That's ridiculous! of course they have to be culled otherwise the world would be
overrun with these animals. That's why the gentry have to shoot pheasents to cull the species.
Me: So does that mean that since the world is overrun with humans, we have to cull them regularly?
Him: No, no I'm not saying that of course, but as we're the dominate species it's our job to cull animals!
Me: I don't believe we are the dominate species.
After this our conversation petered out, as he was a guest in my house, at a party, and I didn't want to create more trouble.
Afterwards, my wife told me, she thought we were going to come to blows.
Roll on good old Christmas time for lots more fun!
