Hate, why is it part of our dna? Why do some feel it necessary to be so vile that they harm another person or go even further and kill them? Yes, I am in shock over the Stanford rape case and the Orlando shooting. My jaw is still on the floor from the so called outrage from the rapists parents who have their heads in the sand about what their son did. They actually believe the young lady is lying. How? Two university students discovered her unconscious with Brock assaulting her.
How is she lying when she woke up not knowing what happened until she was informed. I am so glad those two students called the police and attacked Brock. He made his choice, knowing better. And, no the flimsy excuse of college culture cannot be blamed for his despicable behavior. Not all students drink and not all take drugs either. There is no shame in the lady wanting to remain unknown, She is traumatized and will be for the rest of her life.
In Orlando, 49 people lost their lives and there is a preacher who is mad because he didn’t “finish the job” Seriously? You call yourself a man of God and you vomit hate out of your mouth? You accuse anyone who is part of the LCBT community of being a child molester? Where is your proof, you evil person. This is the same as racial profiling. Suggesting that just because one is of a different race they are automatically a criminal? And you wonder why so many laugh at Christianity? Well, duh.
I would like to know how Brock’s family would feel if someone close to them were raped? Would they just accuse the victim? Would they brush it off? I want a world where hate is ripped out of our beings and love and companssion and kindess rule. But I guess that’s in a fairy tale book. Where do I find this land?
Hobbies can have amazing results. Some may enjoy creating paintings and sell them for a living, while others may enjoy cooking and publish cookbooks and maybe teach others how to prepare delicious meals. For Theodore Roosevelt, nature was his thing. At an early age, Mr. Roosevelt developed a love for all animals, great and small. He had asthma and was limited in what he could do. Staying indoors was the safest option at the time. Didn’t stop him from being curious about animals, though. He even carried the love into his presidency.
Mr. Roosevelt would kill animals and then stuff them and keep a collection. He’d study their physical features as well as their habitats. He eventually contributed the Natural History Museum in New York and the Smithsonian in DC. The specimens were carefully prepped for shipping from expeditions in Africa and in the Midwestern United States. At the time, hunting for sport was accepted.
Mr. Roosevelt was the first to think about establishing national parks and also limiting the duration one could hunt. Hence, the hunting seasons we have today. He didn’t believe in wiping out entire species. He did, however, believe in bring the animals to the people to observe and see firsthand what they were like. His passion was passed down to his son, Kermit, who accompanied him on an African hunting trip.
Mr. Roosevelt didn’t allow his poor health to stop him from enjoying all of his interests. He kept moving forward. Darrin Lunge, the author, did an excellent job of presenting our former president in a humane light. Now, we know he was a pioneer of sorts, turning a hobby into something real for everyone to enjoy.
I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review from Blogging for Books.
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