I like raccoons and use to feed one when I was a teenager and it would raid our garbage can every night at the same time. It would take take cookies out of my hand. It drank milk from a saucer and once even took an egg out of my hands and took it under the back porch to noisily eat. Some people view then as pests but not me.
At our last house we had a mother that kinda moved in under our deck and had 5 babies. Then a few weeks later she only had three babies. My wife and I were heartbroken. How can I stand by anyone's life mattering when a life is willing to do this to another life??? Racoonslivesmatter too! And i'm not joking. I know the all lives matters things is a sign of disrespect, but so is this!!!! You want me to care about you as a human, then start showing respect for other life forms. I know not all are like this, but damn...This kinda thing is the thing that makes me see red. All I know ids the guy beating the raccoon with the stick is lucky I wasn't there. That stick would be up his ass and Id be dead or in prison.
I would be supporting you as far as I physically could. I remember as a kid other kids telling stories about how they'd tie some string on a cat's tail and then squirt lighter fluid all over the cat, light it on fire and tie the string to a bridge and throw the cat over. I was a scrawny kid yet it still made me angry enough to do something physically ugly to the culprits had I witnessed it. I also remember young men talking about how they'd go driving around looking for 'bums', light a quarter until it was hot hot hot and then throw it out the window for the bums to scramble to pick it up. How do people get that sick? Oh yeah, and then there were the teenagers that would talk about looking for gay men on the street to beat up. Those stories always pissed the shit out of me.
When I was 12 or so I got my ass beat pretty bad by 3 teenagers at the park. I didn't care though and wasn't going to let them continue to throw rocks at a squirrel that was stick in a chain link fence wiggling like crazy to get out. IT, this raccoon and a few other instances in my life make my heart race just thinking about it. Makes me want to cry and simultaneously go beserk on the person.
