The Truth

BY: DR. FOREST LEWIS

I must confess that I had to chuckle when I spotted this story. This wacky woman in Janesville, Wisconsin noticed what she called a "sickly squirrel" on her window sill.

This "nutty liberal" said, "all that I wanted to do was to care for it." Apparently, the squirrel wasn't that sick, but he was in a foul mood. He attacked this wacko with a vengeance. The "Animal Rights Proponent" was bitten and scratched by her "furry friend." The Humane Society took the "ungrateful squirrel" into "custody." The forty-seven year old woman was told to seek medical attention if she noticed signs of an infection.

If the squirrel has rabies, guess what? Little Ms. "animal rights" will have to undergo painful shots. I guess the squirrel was just trying to get into her house, after all, he was just looking for "A Nut."

I have to agree with Ted Nugent, these animal rights people are a quart low. They have conferred upon animals, "Rights.' As if they were human being. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, but "rights?" Give me a break!

Just when I think I have seen or heard  it all from the wackos on the left, they come up with another gem. I was watching the weekend edition of Good Morning America last week. They had this wacky veterinarian on. According to this guy, he can take a squab of saliva from your "Mutt's" mouth, have it analyzed, and the returning data will be able to tell you the make up of your dog. I kid you not!

People are lining up to find out the genealogy of their respective mutts. Talk about having too much free time on their hands! These are the same looney toons who will work overtime to try to stop a deer or bear hunt. They haven't a clue about managing a deer herd; or managing any type of wildlife. All they know is, big bad hunters are  trying to "Kill Their Gods." What a bunch of pathetic sniveling little toads!

These troubled people are not satisfied with living their miserable lives by themselves, they feel that it is their appointed duty to try and tell us to emulate how they are living. No thanks, I'll take a pass!

While researching this column, I attempted to find information on the number of deaths that occur in this country each fall from Americans being gored by buck-deer. I know that it happens, but I couldn't find a scintilla of information on this subject. We all know why! But, you don't understand Dr. Lewis, "Bambi Is Our Friend." Yeah, and "Bambi" is also a "Wild Animal." Translation, get in a deer's way during the rut (breeding season) and you could end up a statistic. Bucks are very violent creatures during the rut.

I found a ton of information on the "number of deer killed on Scottish roadways each year." Ten-thousand to be exact! So while we are told how many deer are killed by motorists each year, not "One Word" on human fatalities at least in Scotland. One Scottish website did say that "Seventy People Are Injured Yearly--Some Seriously." Okay, you do the math. Ten-thousand deer killed by motorists, and only "Seventy People Injured?" You've got to be kidding me!

In America, deer account for 1.5 car-deer collusions. Three hundred motorists and or passengers are killed after the driver leaves the road, and run into oncoming traffic. All to avoid hitting "their God, Bambi."

Here is one for the charlatans at P.E.T.A. American drivers kill nearly two million deer each year.  Yet, we don't see these knuckleheads from P.E.T.A. mounting campaigns to stop us from driving. Nor do we see them on the roadways, honking their horns during the fall to warn the deer that a man or woman with a car is approaching. Some of these idiots have been known to enter the woods during deer season, and make alot of noise, designed to alert deer of human encroachment.

Yes, liberals have found their God. He is every animal that roams on "Mother Earth." Timothy Treadwell loved grizzlies so much that he took his vacation to live among his dangerous friends. This Koo-Koo bird even had names for the grizzlies he "stayed with."

In 2003, Treadwell and his girlfriend, Amie Huguenard, age thirty-seven made their annual trip to Alaska. Law enforcement had warned Treadwell of the danger he faced. Undaunted, Treadwell, said "They Are My Friends." Millions of these disturbed people truly think they can hold a conversation with their animals; even though "ANIMALS CAN NOT THINK."

Animals learn through repetition. This gives many of these lonely people the impression that "Their Animal Is Special" after the pooch has performed a task taught to him "by its owner."

Okay, where was I. Yeah, this Treadwell guy. Each year, he would film his close encounters with the giant grizzlies. The former "Drug Addict," would coozy up to one of his "playmates," and utter, "I Love You."

Apparently, Booble, Aunt Melissa, Mr. Chocolate, Freckles, and Molly got tired of Treadwell. So, they had him and his girlfried over for dinner. Unfortunately, Treadwell and girlfriend, Amie Huguenard were the "Main Course."

I doubt if what I've written will change many minds. See, people who treat animals like humans are in need of serious psychotherapy.  Why? Animals can not talk. So, this limits any serious dialogue, and secondly, being so close to your animal causes you to develop a fear of "Emotional Closeness." There is this fear that if you become too close to another human being, you will one day be hurt.

Being hurt is part of the life cycle. Those of us who are in the real world understand this. But, for liberals who have anointed their animals as God, they have an empty hole in their soul. Placing an animal on the same level as a human being will never close this gaping hole.

You need to seek help, and do it now!

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