We find disgusting joy in maiming and killing other species solely for the adornment of our selves and our homes. We find disgusting joy in maiming and killing other species for the pure pleasure of being able to do so – and then have the nerve to hang their heads on our walls as if we accomplished some great feat. That we even do so the point of those species’ extinction is beyond comprehension and explanation.  We tolerate no intrusion of other species on our own artificial lifestyle and destroy them when they do. We have so overpopulated the Earth with our own kind, we have to resort to conflict to take away what we perceive is ‘rightfully’ ours – a conflict that escalates every day and /will/ result in the eventual extinction of our own species, probably sooner rather than later.