I like wolves. I’ve had an admiration and a fondness for them for many years. I think they’re amazing animals. I don’t want to go out and play with one. I don’t want to cross one with a Husky and bring it in the house. I’m not an idiot. They’re wild animals. I just want to see them stay that way.

I think people in Alaska should stop shooting them from aircraft. What a destructive, vulgar, stupid thing to do. But then I feel that way about hunting in general. It’s not a sport unless both sides know they’re playing, and have an even chance to win. Hunting is a knuckle-dragging vestige of a culture that rightfully should no longer exist.

Look at that savage moron. What good has he done for himself, for his family, or for the world? None. He has simply killed. No right, no reason, just death. He hunted down what Is – life – and made it what Is Not – death. To encounter the universe and make vacuums of Nothing out of Being is, in my mind, a good general definition of evil.

Anyway, maybe more about wolves in the week to come. They are beautiful creatures, as are bears and elk and squirrels, and I just love knowing that they’re out there, as God intended.