Recently I found myself in a discussion with friends about the evils of the world – from religion to human trafficking, drug abuse to poverty, crime to child abuse, and genocide to Gary Bettman. But then the conversation turned to animal abuse. I volunteer at an animal shelter so this is a topic very near and dear to my heart and one I take very seriously and personally. I don’t know why but for as long as I can ever remember I have been an advocate for the rights of animals and I have become enraged and violently upset at the idea of animals being hurt by humans. So, when animal abuse came up I spoke up with the following words:
“There is a special place in hell for those people.”
I said it without even a hint of irony. I meant those words. That exact line and small variations of were something I used to say a lot but I hadn’t said anything like it in some time. So, I kind of shocked myself when I said them – especially knowing how much I felt them. The fury that built in me at the thought of someone maliciously harming an animal was real and so was the opinion I shared.
