December 15, 2010
I read an article the other day in The Huffington Post by Aaron Sorkin, screenwriter of A Few Good Men, The West Wing, Charlie Wilson’s War, and more recently, The Social Network. Sorkin’s piece was highly critical of TV program Sarah Palin’s Alaska, particularly a scene where she killed a caribou. The scene is boring, but you can watch it here if you wish.
On why Palin’s hunting is disgusting, Sorkin starts:
Like 95% of the people I know, I don’t have a visceral (look it up) problem eating meat or wearing a belt. But like absolutely everybody I know, I don’t relish the idea of torturing animals. I don’t enjoy the fact that they’re dead and I certainly don’t want to volunteer to be the one to kill them and if I were picked to be the one to kill them in some kind of Lottery-from-Hell, I wouldn’t do a little dance of joy while I was slicing the animal apart.
First: Yes, only you, Aaron Sorkin, know the definition of the word “visceral.” You are a god amid mortals.
Second: You have no problem eating meat or wearing a belt, but you don”t enjoy the fact that animals had to die because of it? What flawless logic. The very act of enjoying a steak or a belt involves enjoying the fact that an animal has died.
Third: There is a difference between needlessly torturing an animal and killing one while hunting.
Fourth: You don’t want to volunteer to be the one to kill them, and if you were picked to kill them, you wouldn’t do a little dance of joy while you were slicing the animal apart? OK. No one dances during a field dressing”that would be dangerous. And of course you wouldn”t want to do the killing, you metrosexual piss-poor excuse of a man. You would rather have someone else kill the animal so you could enjoy the fruits of its death.
You weren’t killing that animal for food or shelter or even fashion, you were killing it for fun. You enjoy killing animals. I can make the distinction between the two of us but I’ve tried and tried and for the life of me, I can’t make a distinction between what you get paid to do and what Michael Vick went to prison for doing.