Walter J. Palmer (left) with Cecil the Lion. (man at right is unidentified)
Whoever thinks PR doesn’t work, think again. Karma’s a bitch for big game hunter, Minnesota dentist Walter James Palmer with OVER 5,000 NEGATIVE YELP REVIEWS AND COUNTNG. Palmer’s the one who traveled to Zimbabwe, lured Cecil the lion out of a national park using a dead animal strapped to his car, and killed the beloved lion with a bow and arrow. My mistake, the arrow didn’t kill him. The wounded animal made it away until the group found him the next day and shot Cecil dead. And there’s that pic of the dentist, with a very toothy smile, gloating over the limp lion like some modern day William Tell.
Well, Dr. Walter James Palmer is getting his comeuppance. Thanks to swift news of Cecil’s tragic death through social media and online and broadcast news, animal rights activists along with everyday mensches are taking to Yelp to squelch Palmer’s practice. The verbal bows and arrows being slung include reviews like, “There’s a psychopath living among us,” and, “Dr. Palmer shot me in the neck with a crossbow.” Ouch.
Actions have consequences and when a tragic tale makes headlines, readers and viewers want blood. In this case, that means targeting his Yelp page, River Bluff Dental, with one-star reviews (and worse) and slamming the “Dentist of Death” on Facebook.
Believe it or not, the guy spent $55,000 for the right to hunt and slaughter Cecil. I guess root canals don’t come cheap. I think the dentist needs to fork over another $55,000 to the Wildlife Conservation Research Unit at Oxford. WildCRU tagged and tracked Cecil for research with the ultimate goal of increasing the lion population in the wild. Ironic. Dr. Dummy should also throw away his bow and arrow (and maybe drill and mirror) and work in an animal shelter for the rest of his life. And if I had my way, I’d tie him to a giant target and get the chance to practice my archery skills from summer camp. Problem, is, I’m not that good a shot.
All the action took place at Yellowstone National Park where the bison are very at home on the range. Unfortunately, a woman tried to snap a selfie with one of the wild beasts. Not the best idea. The woman and her daughter had their backs to the bison and were about 6 yards away when the animal charged them, caught the mother on her side, lifted her up with his head and tossed her into the air. She was checked out and released with only minor injuries. Hashtag Lady Luck.
She’s the fifth person injured in Yellowstone this year by a bison in a photo faux pas. One of those was a 16 year-old, gored as she posed near the famous geyser, but she lived to take more pics. Probably a selfie in her hospital gown.
So, one take on all this photo taking and sharing is that we’re all missing the forest for the trees. First, not everyone cares about our latest look (or blog for that matter;) and when you take a selfie there’s a lot of self involvement. You get so absorbed in posing for that perfect shot that you lose sight of the world around you. In the case of the Yellowstone selfie-taker, danger lurks everywhere.
It’s not only selfies. You could be checking your e-mail, texting someone or listening to NPR’s “Invisibilia,” while walking across a busy street, or on safari in Africa (uh oh).
Is it hip to show the world where you are and how good you look? Sometimes, but those selfie sticks are one pain in the neck.
So numero uno takeaway from this bison tale is to check out where you are and who you might piss off before you look down at your smartphone for the 30 seconds it takes to get that shot picture perfect. ‘Cause it takes an angry bison about 10 seconds to ride herd on your head.
Is it the Guinness, the whiskey, or the Irish Spring hotel soap that’s gone to Kaitlyn’s head? Not sure, but this dimwit bachelorette just let one good, hot guy walk out the castle door. It’s no secret anymore that handsome, heartthrob Ben Higgins was given the boot and has already been crowned the next Bachelor-in-waiting. Ben, in that fisherman sweater, was one shade away from Christian Gray. Can you even imagine the line of beautiful women waiting to get their hands on him next season? If I were just a little younger 😉
Meantime, Kaitlyn (who’s slept with just about every Bachelor and maybe even Chris Harrison) continues to make dumb mistakes and then cry about them. Between her non-stop laughing and endless sobbing, Kaitlyn should be having a one-on-one with the on-set shrink.
So, Kaitlyn is left with two guys: Nick V. who cried on the couch when Andi Dorfman dumped him last season, and Shawn B., the jacked and slightly unhinged trainer, who’s about to turn Nick’s head into ground meat. Kaitlyn’s apparently very torn between the two, because she lets us know every 5 minutes. Nick’s had an extra bed session with Kaitlyn, but we’re not yet sure if that works to his advantage. And Kaitlyn did get to see Shawn’s putter on the golf course before she stayed in the fantasy suite with him that night. Hole in one.
As for family time, both families seemed OK, with Nick’s mother definitely worried that Nick’s head might explode if he comes in 2nd again this season. So were his 18 brothers and sisters.
Next week Kaitlyn takes the hot seat (looking forward to Ian from Princeton reminding her how shallow she is) and then it’s on to the finale.
My guess on who Kaitlyn winds up with? Think it’s Shawn, who’s been nursing booze and an unhealthy attachment to Kaitlyn these past few weeks. As for Nick? It’s a really good thing there’s a pub nearby.
Call me nearsighted (I am), but I just do not see how anyone believes a word Donald Trump says. The latest kerfuffle happened today (it’s a daily thing now), and involves the new luxury hotel he’s building in downtown DC.
The Washington Post recently stated there are illegal immigrants working on the hotel, so Anderson Cooper decided to ask Trump directly about the allegations. Trump’s answer: “I can’t guarantee that all the workers I employ have legal status in the United States, but if I were to discover any illegal immigrants…we’d get rid of them immediately.”
I guess the same illegal immigrants that Trump believes are “raping our women” are OK to have around as long as they help him put up his luxury hotels. Remember, this is the same guy who re-tweeted that “Jeb Bush has to like Mexican illegals because of his wife.” Where does this guy come off? And he doesn’t regret a word. Nope. Not one, single word of his nonsensical rants. He also called conservative commentator Charles Krauthammer a “rodeo clown.” Now, Krauthammer is not my favorite guy in town and maybe he should cut down on the hair dye, too, but he sure doesn’t deserve what Trump dished out. Neither does Jeb.
Really, folks, can anyone out there actually take their precious vote and pull the lever for this guy? If anyone’s a clown, it’s Trump, and if our country is going to get through this election cycle, he either better take some xanax, or we should. Some noise-cancelling headphones would help, too.
Haven’t seen so many flip flops since South Beach this winter. What’s up with Greece?
Here’s the Cliff’s Notes version – Yes, Greece defaulted on a big loan payment because the country and its creditors aren’t on the same page. This is right up there with Antigone as a Greek tragedy. The scoop is Greece wants more money, but didn’t want the higher taxes and lower pensions to help cover the loans. So ATMs around the country are now only dispensing 60 euros to any one bank customer. Ouch.
And then Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras made a U-turn and decided he could agree with most of the bailout terms if a few changes were made. But, wait, it’s not over yet. Now, it seems as if Tsipras is again urging Greeks to vote AGAINST the bailout. And if there is a “no” vote, Greece will be shipped out of the eurozone.
What to do? Send John Stamos over as the new Greek “ambassador” to explain what’s going on? Open up some new Greek yogurt plants around the country? Send more Royal Caribbean cruise ships to Athens filled with tourists and pray no one gets a stomach bug?
In the meantime Puerto Rico said si, it’s also cash-strapped. All this 3-card monty has the global markets stuttering.
Greek is in a pickle cause its borrowing power is now zilch and even if the country votes yes, it’ll take weeks to work out terms and who knows what happens to the government during that time?
Meantime bankers’ hours in Greece are as short as they’ve ever been with all banks closed, and the economy wasting away.
This has become a euro-disaster with only one short-term solution. It’s a four letter word that’s pretty potent. Nopel, not euro. OUZO.