There are perfectly good reasons we do not tolerate the killing of animals for fun. There are good reasons we do not put up with needless animal cruelty – ordinarily. But above a certain wealth threshold the rules change. Rich people can do things for “unique” pleasure that are forbidden to the rest of us, and the state – in the pocket of the rich and ruled by the rich – makes blood sports perfectly legal – for the rich. People like Larysa and Jason sicken me. They are disgusting. But they are only symptoms of the real problem; a country that allows them to do these horrible things.
In the name of sport Palmer, aided by other barbaric poachers, lured Cecil out of his reserve in order to shoot him with an arrow! An arrow! This great white hunter was such an expert with his He-Man toy that Cecil was not killed, but spent the next forty hours in atrocious pain and running for his life until he was eventually tracked down and shot dead with a rifle.