I had a close relative I used to talk to now and again. He's pretty much what I consider the worst of the worst when it comes to people. Obsessed with money, with guns, with hunting, with racist politics. It was always a chore for me to be around him, and finally I had to stop.
The very last time I recall speaking to him he was complaining about how the National Park Service had reintroduced wolves to the Yellowstone ecosystem. "Nature finds a balance," he said. "They don't need wolves. Now the elk populations are going to plummet."
Indicative of this selfish prick, all he could think about was that some day it might be a little harder for him to blast an elk to death with one of his vast array of firearms than it might otherwise be in a world without wolves. As always, I held my tongue and let him hang himself with the rope he provided. "Nature finds a balance." Except of course, when the natural predator/prey relationship is regained in a way that he didn't like.
He was a stinking moron, and to keep someone's twisted interpretation of peace, I kept my mouth shut in reaction to his stupidity and evil.
One more reason I no longer bite my tongue in conversation.
|Rocky Mountain Elk, Colorado.|