The effects of violence driven video games and gun filled movies on youth is at this point, an extremely bland topic. However, emulating the thrill of hunt and kill is a lot more psychologically pleasing than we might expect. In turn, the entertainment value of using all of our senses to make contact with our most instinctual selves is limitless compared to null experiences such as merry-go-rounds or cartoons.

At one point, our survival was reliant on a lot more than forty hour weeks and involuntary cooperation that forced us to live in boxes called houses, staring at boxes called televisions and computers. Our existence has not always been limited to the confines of society, where a sickening amount of people are convinced that drinking water has always come from a tap and that food has always been available at a grocery store located within a five mile radius. Once upon a time, we were not so confused by the social genre of politics and we did not have to be rebellious to know that we are as free on earth as the grass is green and deer shit in the woods.

I’m sorry girls and boys, but once upon time, we also fought innocent beings with fists, nails, legs and teeth to ensure that our personal lives would continue until tomorrow.

We ate cute animals, encouraged testosterone in males and never pretended to give a damn about what that guy’s wife would think of what was going on. Hell, if someone protested the ways of survival within a group, they were left to die with the rest of the indigenously pathetic creations. That was the way of life, and that same way has not been unraveled from the fibers of our true existence. Red meat, like it or not, is a hormonally responsive part of our diet. Have you ever seen a vegetarian win a boxing match or survive in the woods like a true human? No, because we were not put here to censor ourselves against what the sensitive, politically active members of society say is wrong. Don’t fool yourselves either; politics is embedded a lot deeper than the president and his campaign for this bullshit or the next.

The point behind this rambling, besides making you flustered at the truth of stupidity, is that we as humans are frustrated with the adrenaline and hormones that were fused within us to help us live. Has anybody ever thought for one second that maybe people fight because it feels great? Has anybody thought that maybe our overbearing patience needs to snap once in a while, away from mowing the grass or getting caught up in the next verbal contradiction? It really doesn’t matter if somebody disagrees, because opinions don’t feed families and they also don’t double as gauze for a busted lip.