I know none of the specifics of Cecil's death, nor do you, and I have never killed a lion myself, though I hope to one day. I have however killed a substantial number of Deer, many with a compound bow. Several of them I did not eat, and two of them I skinned and their hides now make up the carpet in the bedroom of my manhattan apartment. So by your standards I'm as reprehensible a human being as Dr. Palmer. So by all means let's make the most of this.
Since you were brave enough to exclaim to the world your rage at sport hunting in general and Cecil's death in particular, I want to volunteer to be the target of your anger. You may not be able to get to Dr. Palmer, but you can get to me. Please, come try to beat the S**t out of me instead. I'll hit back of course, but I'm sure that's a small price to pay for the chance at social justice that you seek.
If you're afraid you won't be able to find me, my office is on the corner of 42nd and Park avenue. I can be taken by suprise most days (if that's the kind of man you are) walking to and from my office along Lexington avenue, from my apartment at 26th street and Park. I usually get to the office about 7:00 AM, and leave between 5:00PM and 6:00PM. I'm 6 foot 1, 190 lbs, with brown hair. Photos of me can be found on John Derbyshire's website, so you'll have no trouble identifying me. Look for me in the 'hunting' section.
Or if you prefer, I'll be in Seattle in a few weeks and will be happy to come on down to your home town of Beaverton, to give you the chance to express your rage. It's been years since I've knocked out another man's tooth or broken his nose, so I'll look forward to the opportunity too. Just contact me via the email on this website.
I don't think you will though. Because like all liberals, you're a coward. A spineless, whiny, little girl who hides behind the huge mob of liberal rage and the anonymity of the internet. You're not a man, you're a child. And I think if you ever had to stand face to face with a man capable of defending himself against your slack jawed thoughtless anger, you'd pee your pants and beg him not to hurt you, and no more.
Prove me wrong you quaking little pansy. You can come here or I will come there. I'm as guilty as Dr. Palmer in your eyes. And until it's been proven absolutely that Dr. Palmer was complicit in any laws broken (if in fact there were any), I'm happy to stand in for him.
Yours in utter, total contempt and disgust,
Tom C. from RFNJ