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I'm pretty sure everyone here's heard of Walter Palmer and his little lion-slaying adventure by now. Many people wants him put to justice for his killing of the beloved Cecil the lion. I see this whole case differently. Cecil, is only the tip of the iceberg. Feast your eyes on the library of endangered animals this small-dicked, over-compensating, tooth fairy slain in his "I'm a small man who needs an ego boost" power trips. This piece of shit would make Sarah Palin proud. All that's missing is a photo of him clubbing a baby seal, because as we all know, killing a baby seal makes you a REAL MAN because they're oh so deadly.
The real sad part comes when we realize Cecil was the head of his pack. Through his death, his successor, Jericho, is likely to kill Cecil's 12 cubs. In their culture, Jericho needs to kill Cecil's offspring to exert power and control over the pack and dominance over the females.
The man (Walter Palmer) persists that he has no idea it was an illegal hunt. Alright, let's assume this is all perfectly legal. Doesn't make it right. Even IF (and no, it's not legal) you're found innocent in the court of law, you deserve a death sentence in the court of public opinions. I'm sorry, your dentistry license and practice that you spent years to build, is now probably worth less than the piece of shit I took this morning; maybe Shia Leboeuf can motivate you to "just do it" as you put a gun to your head.
As you, the reader, walk away from reading this, ask yourself this: "how small does Walter Palmer's dick have to be, that it drives him to pay big muscular (real) men to tie down majestic wild animals, and shoots them with a bow and arrow just to feel like a -big- man?"
Bill Murray summarizes Walter Palmer best with this: