An open letter to Theresa May about Fox hunting ban to be repealed?
Dear Theresa May,
Fuck off Theresa May.
Fuck off for lots of reasons – but today’s reason is the repeal of fox hunting.
If there was anything that tells you what kind of weirdos run the country it’s this mania for making it legal to rip animals apart for fun…
In a world that is full of problems bringing back fox hunting is pointless and psychotic.
I’m just putting that image of you awkwardly eating chips in my mind and thinking of you like some kind of lizard alien chewing on the pelt of a dead fox with blood dribbling down your twisted features.
‘The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable’ once claimed Oscar Wilde and a ‘sport’ where one animal is chased by several others sat on horseback armed with packs of hounds. The bulbous bosses of our society will soon again be galloping around the countryside gripped by their strange lust for blood and the thrill of ripping an animal apart and getting blood onto their lily white hands whilst dressed in fancy dress.
This is what you call a sport Theresa? do your gods like this kind of sport?
A nation of lions led by donkeys where donkeys are portly port filled men on horses who like to kill things…
It’s hardly fair game is is? It’s not like a warrior wrestling a bear to the ground. Out of shape and out of touch these warriors of wealth would be torn apart in a fox versus man contest.
Theresa, interestingly enough if a gang of kids in a sink estate in a British city charged around on their bikes after an urban fox and cornered it and got their dogs to rip it to pieces they would end up in court and the Daily Mail would be tutting about the decline of of civilisation as we know it. And yet it seems that when the ‘respectable’ classes chase animals around it’s called tradition. If a fox runs into a city would we be able to chase it around and smash it to pieces with a shovel? would we get arrested?
What next Theresa? We could have gladiatorial combat sponsored by the Daily Mail with lost souls getting speared to death by stout Brits beamed on a live TV link up with alpha male pundits discussing the finer points of intestine removal or the etiqutte of the thumbs up and thumbs down.
Still it’s no surprise Theresa that this will be your final legacy. Your most glorious achievement. Your hands full of blood and your mouth full of fur and those damn chips.