If Ever I Should be Eaten by a Great White Shark.....
Hello Ricochet. At last I'm back from my Australian travels and am itching a) to remind you of my existence b) to tell you about my Aussie adventures and c) to tutor you in the ways of libertarian conservative righteousness. A couple of good Radio Free Delingpole podcasts coming up, I hope, shortly.
Let me kick off with an issue which Blue Yeti assures me will divide you all greatly. Well, Blue Yeti and I argued about it - me calling him a total lightweight and possible crypto-communist for his worryingly liberal stance - which is a good start. It concerns what we should do to animals that kill or attack humans.
My view: the sentence should be death.
Blue Yeti's: they're animals. What do they know? Why punish them for doing something they don't understand is wrong?
I'll tell you how this discussion came about. The first leg of my Australian tour was in Perth, Western Australia, which has now supplanted Florida and South Africa as the shark attack capitol of the world. There have been four fatal great white shark attacks along the coastline in the last seven months. Plus, just months before I went swimming in a place called Turquoise Bay there was another attack (that I only heard about afterwards), this time by a tiger shark.
Now a thing you often hear after shark attacks these days is friends and relatives of the victim - especially if he's a surfer - saying stuff like: "He wouldn't have wanted revenge. He knew the risks. After all, it's their domain not ours...."
For the record, if ever something similar happens to me that most definitely is not the position I want adopted on my behalf by well-wishers. I want revenge. Got that? I want whatever beast killed me hunted and killed, preferably as painfully as possible. Capisce?
And if a member of my family got "taken" (as the euphemism has it) then I'd feel even more strongly. The last thing I'd want is some finny (or scaly, for that matter: saltwater crocs are even worse) creature swimming round with impunity after it had got one of my loved ones. No way. And I don't care whether or not it's an innocent creature which knows no better. The point is that as a human I am the top species: my life - or that of any other human - is worth more than any animal's.
What strikes me as odd is that I even have to argue this point. Twenty, thirty years ago it would have been a given that man-eating animals needed to be expunged from the earth. In the early 1900s, when the famous Man Eating Lions of Tsavo consumed an estimated 135 people, no liberal bleeding hearts would have dared argue that the lions should be preserved for they were carnivores with magnificent manes and cute little cubs to care for. Even in Jaws in the 1970s, it was considered perfectly sensible for the police department of Amity to track down and kill the serial-killing great white.
Yet today, so extensive has been the brainwashing conducted by the environmental movement that we have now begun to take almost for granted that animals have at least as much right to life - if not more - than we do.
Sorry, but I don't buy this nonsense that whenever we stray off the land (our natural domain) into water we deserve to be eaten by sharks or crocs, any more than I accept that every time we take to the air we deserve to have a plane crash because God did not give us wings. This primitive, misanthropic drivel is now standard thinking in the green movement, but it's not an idiot-trap I have any intention of falling into.
God gave us such powerful brains so that we could be king species, not so we could rationalize ourselves into shark bait insignificance.