Sanctimonious, argumentative bitch

I am sometimes “accused” of being an argumentative bitch–pfft! Read a dictionary; it won’t harm you in any way, I promise.

ar-gu-men-ta-tive

adjective

1. given to expressing divergent or opposite views

2. using or characterized by systemic reasoning

To say I am argumentative is to say I am an expressive, free-thinking human being (so if your goal is to put me down–bahahahahahaha!). And to say I’m a bitch…well, that’s (accurate) just fucking rude.

I think a word that better describes me is sanctimonious (making a show of being morally superior to others). Even this derogatory term doesn’t touch me. I know what I’m all about; self-awareness has never been lost to me. Regarding human rights, women’s rights to reproductive healthcare services, animal rights–these are just a few issues I will not only bark in defense of, but disfigure anal cavities with my argumentative, sanctimonious bitch teeth.

I saw a meme recently that read: You Are Entitled To Your Wrong Opinion. And that’s the truth–the real bitch. It’s difficult to argue with a person, to convince them that they’re all wrong. Have any of you ever argued with a big game hunter? Or even an average person who doesn’t give enough fucks to get ruffled up over news/photos of murdered elephants, zebras, or giraffes–a person who doesn’t care enough to oppose big game hunting? These people ask me why I’m so bothered by big game hunting. But I wonder why they’re not bothered.

We all see photos on social media sites of men, women, even fucking teens wearing arrogant smiles, posing with their victims–floppy headed giraffes, dull-eyed big cats, and elephants. It’s so disgusting…people pay upwards of $50,000 for professionals to help them murder African animals. And for what? So these obscenely rich pricks can have a head, a rug, or tusks to show off at their parties?! What sort of decent human being would be impressed with a person so fucking bored, and so fucking rich, they had no better way to spend their time and money than to travel to Africa, and take down a motherfucking giraffe? Or a Zebra, for fuck’s sake?!

I have no respect for anyone who condones hunting for the fucking head. You’re a fucking murderer. And unless you’re about to be trampled or sliced into–if you’re waiting for the OK from some professional animal killer to tell you when to shoot, you’re a pussy, not a hunter. And only sub-human assholes will think you’re fucking cool.