Two darling teenage girls out for a walk saw a stack of cages containing feral cats. As a light hearted lark, they poured lighter fluid on one and set it on fire, laughing at their uproarious hi-jinx [1].
If I met these two twisted little delinquents while carrying a gun, they’d be dead. If I had a can of gasoline, I’d light them on fire myself, then track down their parents and see how they burned.
Am I serious? I guess I’m exaggerating a little. Not much, though. Unlike a lot of humans, if I had to make a choice between saving a miscellaneous stranger’s child and saving a cat or dog, I’m not completely sure which I’d choose. I don’t particularly believe that humans are supreme: my own family and friends, yes, but other humans? Moreso than the other creatures we share the world with? Perhaps not.
Definitely not in the case of at least two 15 year olds who will almost certainly receive little more than a smack on the wrist. Then they’ll go off to breed and raise more mouth breathing, crap for brains humans incapable of either compassion or complex thought. God save us from their offspring.