So, what’s one measly endangered black rhinoceros, in service of THE GREATER GOOD? A safari club in Dallas auctioned off a license to hunt one black rhinoceros for $350,000. They think this is acceptable and even righteous since the rhino in question is “old and aggressive” (and totally deserves what he’s got coming to him!) and the proceeds from the sale will go to “conservation efforts” but… c’mon. Really? Seriously? You’re gonna put a dead black rhino hide on the cover of “Save the Black Rhino Weekly”? When the world hears news of the going price for black rhino (not just old and aggressive ones,) won’t that just increase demand for the rare beast among Safari Joe types (see picture below)?
Why stop there? Let’s have bum fights to pay for homeless shelters! Let’s have state sponsored death beds to pay for cancer research! Let’s give out gay marriage licenses to anyone who forks over a half a million dollars to pay for anti-gay legislation. Too far?
This isn’t just immoral. It sets a bad precedent for the value of life and degrades every good intention. I’ve never liked the idea of sport hunting for one simple reason. When I see something beautiful, I feel no need to shoot it in the face and use its feet to keep my books from falling over. Haven’t we evolved past this?
I leave you with this picture: