I have to admit, I'm really enjoying these fox hunting ban protests.
Now, I honestly couldn't care less about fox hunting. While I respect
the traditional aspects of it, it's not likely something I'll ever do.
Because a. horses scare the crap out of me, hence I'll probably never
go riding and b. because I don't get my jollies by hunting. My friend,
M., who lives in rural England has gone on a few, but that's more
because she's a horse nut, rather than she gets a kick out of hunting
foxes. I get the distinct feeling that this whole deal is more about
objecting to whatever landed gentry is left in this day and age
galloping about the countryside on horses, rather than the abject
cruelty of killing foxes. The foxes seem to be a convenient cover for
banning behavior that only the wealthy can afford to partake in. But
that's neither here nor there. What I do find interesting, and more
than a bit amusing, is how the ban is being protested. Here you have
wealthy, rural, Englishmen and women---with a capital, bold-printed E---who
have something to protest. And by what means do they do it? Well,
they've followed the lead of all those nasty
globalization/meatismurder/
i'myoungandhavenothingbettertodowithmytimethanwhineabout
alltheinjusticeintheworldbesidesigetlaidalotbecausetheseprotestchicksareeasy
protestors. They've coopted the ways of the people who want to bring
them down. It's as if the Romans suddenly adopted the ways of the Huns
and scored a few victories as a result. The irony of it all is
particularly delicious.