What is it with people? The moment they see anything different they freak out (I’m looking at you Donald Trump but also at Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ wife).
I don’t think bugs feel pain, the bug in question did not give a fuck, could not give a fuck. But what is the mentality of anyone when faced by the unusual their instinct is to destroy it. Really, that casual unthinking destruction sickens me, and Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ own glib recounting of the story “My wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray” that sickens me too.
Where the fuck are the adjectives?
“My dumb wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”
“My dumb and fearful wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”
“My dumb and fearful and instinctually nasty wife found it alive and killed it with roach spray”
Anyway, fuck you Spectre of Pithecanthropus’ wife, and fuck you Spectre of Pithecanthropus for marrying and possibly procreating with her.
Let’s hope fear of the different isn’t genetically inherited, eh?
It might be naff to be first (slash only) reply to my own thread but I want to add: I am an entrenched and bitter atheist, I struggle to understand how the notion of free-will can be sqaured with what is known about the universe, and, I eat my steak bloody.
But even I flinch at the thought of such casual regard of God’s only creation.
We have gone from fighting bedbugs, to sewer moths, to roaches, back to sewer moths, to roaches again, after applying traps, boric acid, baits, roach-bombing, taping up breaches in the wall left by the maintenance crew whenever they install anything in the kitchen. This has gone on for months and months and goes way beyond anything either of us has previously experienced, even myself when I was living in the typically messy premises of a single male.
We are spending our time, money, and sanity trying to get rid of the vermin, but nothing is working.
I mean WHAT? Is that what passes for humour around here? Teehee, The Great Unwashed has a name with a double-meaning, teehee, let’s make a joke about it, I bet noone’s ever thought about it before…
Look, I really actually like bugs. I generally practice live and let live (except for mosquitoes, flies, ants, and roaches). If I found a mantis in the house I would flick it outside rather than kill it.
But Pitting someone over killing a single bug? You got to be kidding. Talk about small-minded fuckwittery. Get a fucking grip. Trying to claim the moral high ground on such an incredibly trivial issue is pathetic.
I have criticized this “It’s scary! Kill it! Kill it!” freak-out mentality of some high-strung people for a long time.
It’s not that much different from people who wanted wolves and sharks killed, in the olden days, because they were scary. Thankfully that attitude has mostly passed.
The true irony is when (some) animal-rights activists are horrified if someone harms a puppy or kitten, yet themselves squeal, “Kill the spider! BURN THAT SPIDER WITH FIRE.” Hello? Spiders and insects are part of Kingdom Animalia, just like koala bears and pandas.
I find it distasteful that someone would be so casually destructive.
Maybe I see a smooth curve between such simple callous disregard to the really egregious. I’m not arguing slippery-slope, I’m complaining “what more of the same, everywhere, at all times?!”
Ignorant small-minded people who rather than taking a minute to identify the unusual will stamp on it. It’s not Orwell’s jackboots, but it is their distant cousin.
I expressed my contempt here because to do so in the thread would have been sanctionable.
But in the future, dear inconsequential insect, I’ll run by you all the things that might piss me off before I express them, just to check if it passes muster with you and your pointless little view of what is important.
You accuse me of taking the moral high-ground while telling me what is worthwhile and what is not.
You’re a fucking idiot who should learn to read.