Oh Deer: 11-Year-Old Praised For Killing a Rare Animal

What's more fun than killing a defenseless animal?

A parent couldn't be more proud than Michigan's dinky-dicked Mick Dingman.

He got his son's photo in the paper, with all the exciting details of how an 11-year-old destroyed a rare albino deer with one well-placed arrow:

I was thinking that there would be outrage in the coverage of this brutal "sport," but apparently most newspapers were delighted by this event. It shows that an all-American boy is a role model. He's not sitting at home playing video games...he's in the great outdoors, killing what's left of free-roaming wildlife.

Some of us are sad if we find a mouse in a mousetrap. We are sad if we squash a roach. We feel bad at the sight of a hobbling pigeon. We turn away from road kill destroyed by a roaring motorcycle on a quiet country road. But look at little Dingman...he's HAPPY.

He killed something. It's dead and lifeless. He sits next to it and feels nothing but joy.

He'll kill again. And again. And again.

Eleven years old, and already praised for being SO good at taking aim at a peaceful animal standing around not sensing danger. POW. An arrow and instant death. NICE GOING, little boy! What are you going to be when you grow up? Charlie Manson?

It's the 21st Century. People can go to a thing called a market, and buy farm-raised steaks made out of a cow. Or a sheep. Or a goat. Or an adorable baby lamb. But isn't it much more fun to kill an animal yourself? As Sarah Palin (who uses guns, not arrows) would say, "YOU BETCHA!"

Is little boy Dingman going to have the deer's head stuffed and mounted? Is Dad going to help him slice open the carcass, spill out the entrails, and carve out some of the meat for a lovely stew?

I don't know the fate of the carcass, as I stopped reading after a while. I guess I'm just not a good American like Dingman, man and boy.