Monday, December 13, 2010
“You [Sarah Palin] enjoy killing animals. What you did is heart-stoppingly disgusting ... if I were picked to be the one to kill [an animal] in some kind of Lottery-from-Hell, I wouldn't do a little dance of joy while I was slicing the animal apart." (This is Aaron Sorkin in the Huffington Post reacting to the Caribou hunt on Sarah Palin's Alaska.)
Sarah Palin ain't the only one who dances on a hunt. Something flickers, and my head jerks left. I tense up on my deerstand. My eyes focus. These are predator eyes, quick to spot movement. And they face forward, like the lion, leopard, falcon, and wolf -- the better to stalk and ambush prey. The eyes on deer, rabbit, and caribou face from the side of their heads -- to detect and evade approaching predators (like Sarah Palin).
My pulse rate jumps, my senses quicken, and I'm jolted back into my primal role. The branch jerks again...again. Gotta be something big, I think. My pulse is really hammering now. Is that a flicking ear?...A black nose?...The sun glints off something...yes!-- An antler! […]
But how to explain this thrill to non-hunters? (Forget reasoning with an anti-hunter.) I'll take the easy route and toss the ball back in their court. "How can you not hunt?" I ask. Hunting's not a hobby. It's not a pastime -- it's an instinct. "Man's being consisted first of being a hunter," José Ortega y Gasset tells us.
"Man evolved as a hunter," says Chicago University anthropologist W.S. Laughlin. "He spent over 99 per cent of his species' history as a hunter, and he spread over the entire habitable globe as a hunter." […]
"The distinctive human brain evolved in consequence of predatory co-operative hunting" (W.S. Laughlin). It's not nice to fool Mother Nature, Mr. Aaron Sorkin. […]
"That day in sunny Texas when the divorce rumors were rampant in the tabloids," writes Sarah Palin in Going Rogue, "I watched Todd, tanned and shirtless, take the baby from my arms and walk him back to the ranch house. Seeing Todd's blue eyes smiling, I chuckled. 'Dang,' I thought. 'Divorce Todd? Have you seen Todd?"
Apparently that gleam is not confined to the male hunters' eyes.
Humberto Fontova is the author of four books, including Fidel: Hollywood's Favorite Tyrant and Exposing the Real Che Guevara. Visit hfontova.com.