Nation’s Deer Don’t Understand Why Everyone Hates Them So Much

A young fawn cuddles up against his mother, minutes before she's killed by a hunter

A young fawn cuddles up against his mother, minutes before she's killed by a hunter

WINAMAC, Ind.—With rifle season officially underway across much of the United States, deer everywhere are pleading with humans to keep their guns at home.

“Why do you hate us so much?” asked one deer interviewed for this story. “Is it our gentle disposition? Our fluffy, white tails? Do you boil with rage at the mere sight of our children frolicking in an open field? We’re about as nonviolent a species as you can get. If you don’t bother us, it’s highly unlikely we’ll bother you. So what gives?

The deer excused accounts of rogue deer attacking joggers and hikers as “one or two bucks who got a taste for vengeance after their doe was killed by hunters.”

“That certainly isn’t the norm, but wouldn’t you be upset if your pregnant wife was killed?” he asked. “Aside from a few guys who get a screw loose after losing someone they love, we’re a very peaceful bunch.”

The deer admitted that if people are starving, killing members of his species might be their only option to stay alive.

“Even as an herbivore who wouldn’t hurt a fly unless provoked, I guess I can sort of understand killing us to survive in life-or-death situations,” he added. “But how often is that truly the case? I mean, I’ve read in reports that generally after killing us, you either cut off our heads and leave the body or – if you have an ounce of a soul – process the meat so it ‘doesn’t go to waste.’ And while I’m sure there are a few good people out there who actually eat every last ounce of our blood-dripping flesh, I’ve heard most people only get one or two meals out of us before we sit in their freezer for a year, get freezer burn, and wind up in the trash so they can make room for their next kill.”

When asked how he expects the deer population to be controlled without hunting – studies indicate that an annual hunting season is essential to thinning out the herd, thereby preventing disease and famine from taking hold – this deer had one seemingly simple solution: “Stop destroying our land to build your gosh-darn fast food restaurants and liquor stores. It’s that simple. If you want to ‘appreciate nature,’ don’t do it by sitting still in a tree stand and sticking our taxidermied [SIC] heads on your wall. Do it by walking around the woods and enjoying the Zen-like sights and sounds of the world around you.  Shoot photographs, not guns.”

“I should add,” he noted under his breath, “That this would be a non-issue if you hadn’t also hunted the majority of our natural predators to the brink of extinction.”

True as that may be, many hunters contend that shooting animals who have been able to “freely roam” their entire lives is far more humane than corporate farming practices where animals are kept in small pins and then slaughtered in the most painful way possible.

“When you describe it like that, sure, I’d rather be killed while living happy and free, than unhappy in a cage with no purpose other than to eventually be slaughtered,” said our guest deer. “But if that’s really what humans do, you truly should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Regarding the practice of humans posing for photos with the rotting carcasses of their kills, and then plastering those images all over social media, the deer remained incredulous.

“Now you’re just pulling my hoof, right? I mean, killing us to survive is one thing, but gloating by posing with our dead bodies – that’s just.. I mean... You’re joking, right? No one would actually do that.”   

The deer shook off the question before issuing one final request.

“I read recently that eating red meat was linked to an increased cancer risk,” he said. “Could you please just remind people about those studies, and also make sure they know that venison is red meat? Perhaps then they'll be less likely to delude themselves into thinking they're killing us for survival."

Here are a couple reminders for our readers to chew on, though we all know it isn’t going to make a difference.

"Please Just Stop," Says World

I would unite with anybody to do right and with nobody to do wrong. –Frederick Douglass

Within 24-hours, attacks perpetuated by the same terrorist organization killed 129 in Paris, 44 in Beirut and 26 in Baghdad – and this speaks nothing of the hundreds wounded in those three cities.

And let’s not forget the Russian passenger plane that was brought down two weeks ago, killing all 224 people on board. Dare I mention the people of Syria, who are dying as they flee their war-torn country in search of normalcy?  Or the horrible atrocities that affect people around the globe every day, that are often a mere blip in your newsfeed?

Note the emphasis on people.  No matter which country you hail from, or where you reside now. Regardless of your religion, your skin color, your whatever. We are all people sharing this planet. People with wishes, dreams, aspirations. People who laugh, cry and sing. People who go to the market. People with bills to pay. People with music to listen to and books to read.

None of us are entirely great, nor wholly without sin. We see it every day in others and in ourselves. We are an imperfect species, beautiful in one breath and terrible in the next.

It’s a battle as old as our bones; any history book will tell you that. No matter how far we come, we continue to have so very far to go. We abolish one horrific act and somewhere, someone else perpetuates another. It is an ongoing battle, a leaky hose that refuses to be fixed. We tell ourselves it will never truly end, so why bother trying? We go about our days, keep our head down, and hope for the best. We live our lives, only occasionally – especially on days like today – stopping to ask that we be allowed to do so until the natural end of our days.

But not everyone is so fortunate. Not everyone will have that wish granted. Not everyone can take the day for granted and continue to hope for the best. And so it goes for the many lives lost, and the countless lives impacted, in yesterday’s senseless acts. And because it is all indeed so very senseless: the world's heart is aching.

We are all embroiled in an ongoing battle between light and dark. For some people, the latter triumphs. Hopelessness turns to hate, and the monster grows from within.  As strange as it might seem, I feel sorry for those people. Anyone who loses their humanity – anyone who fails to appreciate the delicate nature of life – has lost the war, regardless of however many battles they think they win. And we must, as a people sharing this planet – as a species simultaneously capable of beauty and terror – always strive for beauty to win out.

Because we are, at our core, so much better than all of this.

New Chicago Resident Can't Wait To Swim In Lake Michigan's Pristine Waters

Beautiful Monroe Harbor

Beautiful Monroe Harbor

CHICAGO, Ill.–Citing a love of aquatic sports and the lake's proximity to her new Gold Coast apartment, St. Louis transplant Judith Law is already looking forward to summer.

"I'm a little bummed I chose to move to Chicago in the fall, because one of the things that really drew me here was the lake and the miles upon miles of beachfront. I mean, Lake Michigan is massive. Allow yourself to forget you're in the middle of this country, and you'd almost think it's an ocean," said Law.

Geese enjoying a pile of human waste along Chicago's shoreline

Geese enjoying a pile of human waste along Chicago's shoreline

Law noted she's heard Chicagoans swim in it all summer long, and she "can't wait for that first warm day when the beaches open up and I can allow the lake's pristine waters to wash all over my delicate, disease-prone body."

Law admitted she hasn't fully researched reports concerning the water's quality, but insists it "must be clean" if the beaches fill up every day in the summer and "geese clearly enjoy it here" in the colder months.

"I have to admit though," she added. "I've been a little concerned by the number of dead fish and floating debris I've see during my walks around the lake. But I assume they clean all of that up with profuse amounts of chlorine by summer time, right? Or does it all just eventually sink to the bottom?"

"Out of sight, out of mind," she said.

Noting a basic modicum of "human decency," Law also isn't the least bit concerned about people using the lake as a giant toilet and/or garbage receptacle.

"They have port-a-pots and trash cans along the beaches for a reason," Law concluded. "With such proximity to reasonable ways of disposing of human waste, both biological and commercial, surely everyone uses them."

Nonsmoker can't get enough of that sweet, secondhand smoke

Cigarettes and cigarette boxes make great fertilizer, as seen here in a planter in downtown Chicago

Cigarettes and cigarette boxes make great fertilizer, as seen here in a planter in downtown Chicago

CHICAGO, Ill.–When Jeanine Dennison's office relocated to Chicago from the suburbs last year, she fell in love with the city. But like many relationships, there was one dark mark that dampened the otherwise sunny affair.

"I just couldn't get over all of the cigarette smoke," said Dennison. "It was insane. I still lived in the suburbs, so I took the Metra every day, and the walk from the train station to my downtown office was literally a haze."

Having few hobbies aside from a love of math, Dennison soon calculated that, on average, she passes 57 lighted cigarettes every day on her way to and from work, lunch-time walks included.

"Sure, I only get one or two good whiffs from each cigarette I pass, but I'd say by the day's end, I've secondhand smoked at least half a pack," said Dennison.

Dennison originally tried to "hopscotch" around the smokers, but with little success.

"No matter what I did, there was always someone walking with a cigarette in their hand. And even though the smoke burned my eyes and throat, caused headaches, and made me a little nauseous, I eventually realized that attempting to avoid it was pointless."

Soon after giving in, things took an unexpected turn for Dennison.

"I've been working in the city for almost a year now, and sometimes find myself seeking out the smoke," she admitted. "It's the strangest thing. I mean, the smoke still burns my eyes and throat and is a confirmed migraine trigger, but it also fills my body with a sense of euphoria that I've never known before. Some of the smells are more exhilarating than others, and I'm drawn to certain ones like a gold digger to a retirement home."

Dennison admits to walking a little more slowly whenever a smoker is in front of her, and has even turned around to trail a smoker who passed her. When asked if she has possibly become addicted, Dennison tried to remain optimistic.

"I mean, sure, I have to clear my throat a lot more than I used to, and I now have what my doctor describes as a 'smoker's cough.' And, yeah, I've started collecting discarded cigarette butts just so I can smell them whenever I need a hit, but that's completely normal... right?"

Man going to hit snooze button just one more time

Life can wait

Life can wait

CHICAGO, Ill.—At 5:35 this morning, Oriole Park man Mitchell Brooks swore this would be the last time he hit the snooze button before getting out of bed.

But sources close to Mitchell confirmed he continued to hit snooze every nine minutes for the next hour.

“Whenever his alarm went off, he’d hit the snooze and swear it'd be the last time,” said his wife, Linda. “It wouldn’t be so annoying, if it weren’t for the fact that he does this every morning, and I have my own alarms to contend with.”

Between their respective phone alarms, the hours of 5 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. are generally riddled with a cacophony of ringtones every three minutes.

“It’s probably the most restless part of our day,” said Linda. “But what are we supposed to do? The human body isn’t designed to get up this early, and let’s be honest—there isn’t really anything that great waiting for us once we do.”

Both contend their reaction to their morning alarm has changed with time.

"I used to jump out of bed at the sound of my first alarm, ready to start the day," said Mitchell. "I'd only hit snooze if I'd been out late with friends the night before. But now that time and disappointment have set in, I have a really hard time taking my alarms seriously. Most mornings they just trigger an emotional response that can best be described as 'Pavlovian depression.'"

He added that when he started using his phone's alarm in lieu of a traditional alarm clock, he initially struggled to find the snooze option every morning, and that delay would sometimes cause him to wake up.

 "But now I don't even have to open my eyes," he continued. "My fingers know exactly where to go."