My father is a hunter.
He shoots animals, chops them up, and then we eat them for dinner.
I understand all of this. It makes sense to me. There are people that don't agree, but frankly I'm fine with it.
The part that is infinitely more perplexing to me is the part where he then proceeds to hang the dead animal's head on our wall for everyone to see.
This I cannot comprehend.
Maybe we should do this with other methods of acquiring food.
"And over the mantel, son, is the box I wrestled the fat woman for. Because I knew, in my heart, that it was worth risking my life so I could provide my family with Oreos."
Kind of brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it?