The African Lion and the American Cowards
Once upon a time there was an American coward. The coward never did well at anything, certainly not women. The coward thought there was maybe a prospect of becoming good at something, even only once in a lifetime.
"Wait a second," pondered the coward. "Should I try to create something?"
"No, I should try to attack people who created things."
"Maybe I can also hurt animals."
"I should also attack women!"
"Yes, that'll do it, the issue is really women".
The coward booked a flight to a distant continent.
Out came the lions from the bushes roaring, "go back to America, incel!"
The American coward paused. There was a whole pack of large cats.
How can an American coward cope? The American coward called another American coward, talking about how Hulk Hogan managed to find a Sugar Daddy and use firearms.
Now they had American cowards and "hired guns".
There was a problem though. They were in the safari and rangers roamed the place. They too were armed. They would not tolerate poachers and trophy hunters who fancy s--tposting narcissistic stuff in social control media.
Fast-forward several months. The American cowards were admitted to a mental facility; some of the staff there was female, so straitjackets were strictly needed.
Safaris exist for people to watch and enjoy animals, not to fancy hurting them by stabbing, punching, and strangulation. █