You're a heaping pile of shit. You and all of your trophy hunting friends. Anyone who gets pleasure out of killing an animal is a piece of shit. And, no doubt, there's something twisted in your head. I don't care if you were under the impression it was legal, you're nothing but a sick f*ck. You and the rest of your ilk.
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I've seen the photos of you with your kills. The other lion. The leopard. The rhino. The ram. That big smirky smile on your face.
I hope you lose everything you've ever cared for. I hope your practice is bankrupted. I hope your family turns their backs on you. I hope your dog pisses on your slippers. I have only the worst thoughts towards you. I'd love to read that you'd been hunting, fell in a hole, lost your bow and couldn't get away from whatever wildlife ripped you apart, limb from limb. There'd be no sympathy, but plenty of cheering from my little corner of the world.
If you love killing so much, take joy in the taking of a life, here's an idea.
Why don't you and the rest of you fecal mountains rent an island and kill one another? Trophy hunters killing trophy hunters.
That would be fair.
That poor lion did nothing to you. And now you regret killling him? You regret nothing. If you have any regrets it's that you were found out to be the piece of shit that you are.
Rot in hell.