The control freak Tony Blair has finally gotten his way and abolished fox hunting. I have no fondness for what Oscar Wilde called the ‘unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable,’ but I dislike the illiberal sentiment behind banning an ancient past-time in a free country. My beagle, Dusty, is particularly dismayed and has slipped into what appears to be a coma shortly after the news broke. But my favorite snippet from the news stories is from the report commissioned by Blair to examine the practice. The report details how poor foxes are hunted until they drop from exhaustion, at which point they are torn by hounds limb from limb. This experience, the Brits concluded ‘seriously compromises the welfare of the fox.’ Death usually does. Tea, anyone?
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