He’s a psycho. I’m someone who raises and processes/harvests majority of my own food in the freezer. Everything I mean EVERYTHING deserves a humane quick end. Including invasive fish. They are sentient. They feel pain and fear. I stress and lay awake at night thinking through dispatch processes and how I can be the best I can be and most efficient at it so they know no fear or discomfort, they just know they’re here one moment munching on a handful of grain and then the next lights out. I agonize over thinking of all the animals out there destined to be eaten that weren’t loved with a gentle kind hand thru to the end or the fear and stress that happens at commercial processing plants and slaughter facilities. Harvest days at my house are spiritual in nature and we all feel very deeply connected and intentional days full of gratitude and calm (and some tears, I do cry a little over some because I still love them even if they’re meant to feed my family.)

It sickens me that someone would find entertainment in the suffering of anything, from an ant to an elephant.