tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post114029887016710494..comments2024-03-08T03:17:13.132-05:00Comments on No Blood for Hubris: Canned Hunts: Killing for FunUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140885397687714142006-02-25T11:36:00.000-05:002006-02-25T11:36:00.000-05:00Good points.That Auschwitz thing deserves another ...Good points.<BR/><BR/>That Auschwitz thing deserves another look.No Blood for Hubrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02380206118683017717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140427219659615422006-02-20T04:20:00.000-05:002006-02-20T04:20:00.000-05:00Sorry Neil...and thanks for posting on this NB...w...Sorry Neil...and thanks for posting on this NB...wellwell deeply disturbing...not a sport at all is it?enigma4everhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06589997090173140019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140402781506467682006-02-19T21:33:00.000-05:002006-02-19T21:33:00.000-05:00This canned hunting thing has bothered me since I ...This canned hunting thing has bothered me since I read about Cheney's hunting date with Scalia.<BR/><BR/>Cheney is a very bad man. Remember the Auschwitz memorial service, when he dressed like he was going out to shovel the driveway? At the time I wondered how an apparently intelligent man could make a mistake in protocol like that, and also, how a man with so many advisors around him (Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140375086804301282006-02-19T13:51:00.000-05:002006-02-19T13:51:00.000-05:00thank you for this, noblood. i feel sick. you know...thank you for this, noblood. i feel sick. you know you can hunt from home via the internet now, right?<BR/><BR/>my brother hunts but it is not canned. he smears deer urine on himself and then drinks himself silly. he used to never hit anything which was nice, but lately he has. then he tries to palm off deer meat to everyone. no thank you. <BR/><BR/>neil, i'm sorry about your brother.jen https://www.blogger.com/profile/16019224415924927662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140371968790897432006-02-19T12:59:00.000-05:002006-02-19T12:59:00.000-05:00neil--yikes. that's disturbing.neil--yikes. that's disturbing.No Blood for Hubrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02380206118683017717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140369101764348552006-02-19T12:11:00.000-05:002006-02-19T12:11:00.000-05:00Testing, testing.Testing, testing.No Blood for Hubrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02380206118683017717noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13927129.post-1140336681440191552006-02-19T03:11:00.000-05:002006-02-19T03:11:00.000-05:00I have a brother (the evil one) who hunts in those...I have a brother (the evil one) who hunts in those all-weather (read 'heated') blinds with the sliding windows. They sit there and drink beer until the owner of the game farm brings a cage of birds and releases them and they open the sliding window and fire away. I asked him what sport there was in that and he shrugged and replied: "I just like to kill things." But they all get down on one Neil Shakespearehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06228133426669625273noreply@blogger.com