There are very few things in the WORLD that make me more angry than abuse against animals (the exception being abused children, of course).

So of course I was fuming like a madwoman when I read this story.

Two baby cheetahs, an endangered species, btw, being starved and tortured and forced to fight each other for the amusement of a crowd in a small Ethiopian village. Captured by poachers who probably killed the mother, and who also blinded the female baby by kicking her in the face, they are on the verge of death.
At this time, soldiers of a U.S. counterterrorism task force are working to secure their freedom—that is, if they live long enough.

And nothing–NOTHING–makes me want to commit violence myself more than this kind of behavior. I’ve personally adopted four abused domesticated animals in the past. And I swear, the only thing that’d keep me from grabbing a weapon of my own to use against such ‘people’ is the idea that I’d become the thing I most despised.
But I think I could get over it pretty quickly.

And for all you fucking inbred, troglodytic, cowardly sons-o’-bitches who need cockfights and pit bull-baiting and shit like this to get a nut—I think we need to lock the REAL animals up.

No, this is not language I typically use, but this is a passion of mine. Whether you believe animals are just for food, or work, or that they have no souls—whatever.
Nothing that can feel pain deserves to spend its life being tortured.

(deep breath, deep breath…)
Calming down. Rant over.

And to make up for it–I recommend a visit to Sela’s blog for A Good Chuckle.
It really is.