Wachi's Rants: The Disappointing Death of Harambe

Ok, ok I know my readers, I can hear you, "ANOTHER RANT REALLY?" yes, but to be completely honest I almost didn't post this, as I know people will hate my thought process, but hey sometimes I need to vent to myself for therapeutic reasons. So with that out of the way you can feel free to go or stay as we rhyme in this introduction about the majestic Harambe.

So in case you have been living under a rock, as I occasionally do, then I'm sure you all know the sad tale and death of sweet gorilla Harambe, who was killed by his own zookeepers last week, due to a stupid child and his irresponsible parents.

<-- This here is a picture (courtesy of google) of this magnificent beast who was the victim of crappy parenting. Now as I am sure most of you have done, most individuals have become 2 teams, very reminiscent to the days of Twilight where social media was in utter uproar with the never calming storm that was #TeamEdward vs #TeamJacob, where we now have #TeamParents vs #TeamHarambe.

Myself personally, I was team Harambe from the second I saw the title in the original article, I adore animals and I am not ashamed to make others feel uncomfortable about the fact, heck one time I saw a little girl hitting a dog with a sandwich, the dog, naturally, bit at the food and consequentially cut the girl's hand. Unsurprisingly the idiot started crying and all the people ran over to console her AND scold the dog, and I was not having it, I was 14 at the time and I ran over then and scolded the girl and my mom and her parents gave me a group glare, but hell no, let me smack your daughter with some food and see how she reacts, I ain't playing!!! *Ahem* Where was I? Oh yes, Harambe and his cruel fate. I decided to properly investigate and research this before making an opinion on the matter, as you may imagine I can be quite cynical about these sorts of things and that lends the perception that I am a heartless jerk, I am not, but hey I won't tell you what to believe. What I will say however, is that I had a single thought in my mind when I began reading into this story, which was, "Please, pleaseeee don't let the parents be black." Can you guess what I discovered soon after the thought readers..? That's right, they were BLACK!!! And they allowed the death of a Gorilla, so much for #BlackLivesMatter am I right? Too soon? Sorry, but I don't think that group is the right way to get things done for Black people... but I mean come on, knowing they were black what if the kid thought the Gorilla was his uncle, hell he was unharmed, the gorilla probably thought the stork dropped him a son?? Hahaha, but seriously if the kid was Asian he'd have built a ladder and gotten out of there, and if he were White well then it'd have been a random cop that would have shot the Gorilla, am I right? What? Too offensive, well good, because that's how twisted society is, and if you are the type get immediately offended by jokes like these, then you are the true intolerable racist in society!!

I-- I am sorry readers I am a bit irate at society these days and Harambe was just the tip of the iceberg, aside from my possibly tasteless remarks above I am very upset that this is how we as people react to situation that slip out of our control, with immediate hostility. Huh? No, no I hear you, I shouldn't be so general, this is different, it's a wild animal, blah blah blah... To you I say that this is no different, look at any slight disagreement, especially in the USA these days and look at the over the top, at times threatening, outrage that comes of it. With Harambe they knew they couldn't stop him with mean tweets and racist/homophobic claims so the next best thing is to end him. That's our society these days, we react too hastily and too harshly to EVERYTHING, you don't need to agree with me, but I seriously invite you to take a look around. 

In the end, let's look at how it all went down; there was a family at the zoo, the stupid kid was like "Yo, momma, I want to go swimmin' ya heard?" and then the mom was all like "Naw, Tyrone, you stay put, I got my hands full as is with yo cousins or whatever other kids are around that I can use as an excuse to take my entire attention off of you long enough for you to find a way into the Gorilla enclosure.", "Shiiiiii--" rebutted little Tyrone (or whatever the kid's name was)

Anyhow after the kid fell in Haramabe went over to him, completely chill, and that's when black mom and frenzied zoo goers start hollering and shouting like maniacs, which undoubtedly confuse and maybe even frighten Harambe, he knows something is up and that it may not be safe, so what does this majestic ape do? He not only retreats but he takes the boy with him, PROTECTING him. It's as if the zoo staff doesn't know diddly about Gorilla body language which is inexcusable as they work with these animals daily, enough to believe that he, an endangered species of gorilla needed to be killed because "tranquilizers just would take too long, ooohhh noooo...."

Seriously this all happened the day after Harambe turned 17, I recently also had a birthday, I would have hated to have been shot down the day after because a kid hoped my fence into my home. I'm just glad a vast majority of people feel similarly to myself and demand justice for the poor creature, let this be a lesson to parents as well, if you take kids ANYWHERE where they can get hurt or into places they shouldn't then keep an eye on them and don't overwhelm yourself with other distractions, there is no excuse for this, NONE. Lastly for those who say that it's the Zoo's fault because the fences/barriers are too short, easy to get passed or whatever, the freaking thing was founded in 1875, and there has never been a rise in children toppling into animal enclosures because of the fences, because most parents are attentive, and most kids have COMMON SENSE, which I know is all but dead, like Harambe. :(

Much love to you, you magnificent specimen, sorry we are such a crappy species.

*Sigh* Well that's all I wanted to get off my chest, I appreciate those who stuck through my incessant rambling until the end, I just feel like we need to take a step back and realize how precious ALL life is, something that we only seem to be doing selectively these days.

Much Love, 

Wachi

MS Paint Mondays 46 and 47

Heyooo Reader's sorry for my sloppiness after just getting back into the swing of things, work life has not been kind as far as giving me free time but I am back and on a Monday no doubt to grace you all with another inspirational piece of mediocrity which is birthed from my imagination into MS Paint... That said, let's all vomit out some doodles as we return to MS PAINT MONDAY!!!!

--Thoughts of the day--

* Soooo, not to toot my own horn, but it was my birthday over the weekend, so I am now a year older, and hopefully wiser, that said I realize as time passes I become more disinterested in my birthday, however it doesn't mean I don't appreciate others' love and attention on that day.

* It makes me think of not all the characters I have created throughout my life, just as I get older my mind adds more madness and brings it to life in the form of doodles, so just like my real life friends, and family, my creations also celebrate with me...

*... No, not in a multiple personality type way, I am crazy but not like that, anyhow, it's more of an Alice in Wonderland type deal where they are always with me during different parts of my life as they are all born through inspiration brought about by life itself... Yes, LIFE!! Not drugs, I get that too often.

* Anyhow, I am now 26, and thought to myself that no matter how hectic life gets, our inner selves, in this case my lame doodles, should never be shut out, but instead allowed to flourish, so that no matter how old we get, we will never forget every little piece of ourselves and how we made it to this day, this MS Paint Monday!

With all that said let's bring in the first of this week's Ms Paints (yes I am posting 2 today) I bring you "Death of Mustardy", now though odd this does have to do with my thoughts, as Mustardy, as well as all the above depicted characters were from a comic I made back in high school titled, "Alien Teke Taku's Earthly Dining" which was a comic were food was sentient but humans didn't mind they both ate and served it, Mustardy was a mustard bottle that was murdered after risking it's like to Alien Teke Taku, just how we sometimes risk parts of ourselves for change. Whether the change be for our better or not we may not always know, but it is a good reflection to have whenever we react overly negative or positive to an alien concept that is introduced in our lives, will we change with it, or keep our ground?

Now as far as the second paint comes in, it is simply and quite explicitly titled "Me, a Giraffe, and some Pickles..." Now if I may be honest when I doodled this I did so mindlessly, this has no real meaning, yet at the same time it just might. A Giraffe, tall and in formal attire, and a pickle sour, moist, and with 2 mini pickles... Could this be how my subconscious perceives growing up? I mean there I am all mopey in the corner waiting for some food, looking away from both creatures, could it be that I see career goals as too high to be bothered with and a family life as something that I don't want to chew on? Sometimes doodles can really make one think eh? I for one don't know if any of this is how I feel, but it's fun to speculate. :)

As always, I hope this exercise helps you ease that weekly case of the Mondays and inspires you to start creating new things, and really help expand the creative construct that is your brain! I encourage you to share/send me your own MS Paint Monday creations, if I get enough I plan to do an MS Paint showcase at the end of every week so we can enjoy each other's styles and imaginations.

Much Love, Wachi