Scumbag Dr. Walter Palmer - hiding in a cavity 6 feet under

Nobody seems to know where the killer dentist is.

They know where he isn't. He's not at his absolutely fucking huge dental office, which is big enough for several elephants.

He's not at his absolutely fucking huge home nearby.

And he's not at his fucking luxury million dollar Florida vacation home. Or maybe he was, and ran for his life at the first scent of spray paint.

Awww, somebody spray painted "LION KILLER" on his spacious garage door, and now he's hired a burly security asshole to patrol the place, and put up CCTV cameras.

Gee, can't this hotshot with the crossbow take care of his problems by himself? He doesn't like being HUNTED?

Let's all check our watches and see when the "Leave Dr. Palmer ALONE" brigade will take over.

Followed by the "Remember, hunters are GOOD, they help the economy and cull those over-breeding endangered species" spin doctors.

Don't you think it's nice, in this BANKSY world, that somebody spray-painted without thought of profit? I do.

Take a look at the fat elephant slob washing off the sidewalk. That's AMERICA in its glory.

This porcine dimwit wants HIS little part of the world nice and clean. Good for you, shit-for-brains. In another ten years Florida will be under water.

Wouldn't it be lovely if Hurricane Sandy's damage to Long Island was only one tenth of the devastation heaped on Florida?

Florida...loaded with meth heads, Cuban morons who won't speak English, idiot Disney tourists and a zillion insects. There are entire cities that are absolutely filthy rich old-school playgrounds where people still drink martinis and wife swap. There are, obviously, plenty of status-jerks like Dr. Walter Palmer, who play the "come see MY big house" game, and in his case, the hook is, "see my HUGE collection of STUFFED ANIMALS."

"They all deserve to die. Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why..."