Arthur, in a miserable tweet, makes fun of the death of a man, a loving father and a passionate hunter.
Stupidity sometimes has a face, and today, it’s that of a facilitator losing momentum who insists on existing with mediocre one-liners. “Karma,” Arthur wrote, like divine judgment from a brain on oxygen. Karma. In a word, it sums up a human drama, a father crushed by a bear killed during a hunt, a son in tears who asks for prayers for his injured hero. But Arthur, in his greatness of soul, thought he was on a stand-up stage: he judged, he was ironic, he mocked.
Let me be clear: this comment is not an opinion. This is not a position. It’s a gross dehumanization of a man whose only fault was to have gone hunting, one winter’s day, with his son. Behind this hastily dropped word, “karma”, there is a widow, children, friends who clench their fists while reading these letters full of contempt. Arthur, with all the arrogance of those who believe themselves superior, reduced this story to cosmic justice, a low-level mockery.
Here is the message his son wrote on Facebook, when he believed his father was going to survive:
Here is the translation:
“If you knew my father, you would know that he was a hard-working, kind and caring man. A man who never missed a single day of work. A man who would give you his shirt without hesitation… A man who loves nature and who wouldn’t miss a good hunt for anything in the world!
Dad was doing what he loved most, bear hunting with me and a few of his good friends, when he was seriously injured. The road ahead of us is long. A path filled with medical bills, forced leave and many obstacles to overcome. Monty Powell, David W. Rutledge, Jeff Harvey, Bradyn Montgomery, Chad Pillow – I just wanted to say that you have been my pillars since Dad’s hunting accident. I love you guys. Also thank you for your prayers, keep praying and hopefully all will be well. It is solid, that’s for sure, and in God’s hands. We are grateful for everything. It will be a long road, but I hope that one day I will find my best friend ❤️????. I love you, dad. »
So. Now imagine Arthur, gluttonous with self-righteousness of variable geometry, excreting this “Karma”, with his ass resting on a designer armchair.
What do you do with your humanity when it comes to the death of a man, Arthur? What do you do with your big speeches of goodwill when you point out a tragedy to amuse a gallery eager for buzz?
The victim’s son wrote a poignant message. He describes a father who was “loving, hardworking, generous, who gave everything to those he loved”. A man who died doing what he was passionate about, with his child by his side. A tragedy. A real one. But for Arthur, it’s just an opportunity to drop a little “shock” sentence, which will make the dunces of the internet laugh without heart or brains.
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Arthur, where is your dignity? Are you so desperate for your own irrelevance that you have to mock the dead in order to exist? Is this your heritage? This little baseness, this mocking self-confidence which allows you to feel virtuous, far from these “barbarian hunters” whom you despise without understanding?
Hunting certainly divides. We can debate it. But in the silence of this son who holds the hand of his dying father, there is no room for sarcasm, there is no room for contempt. Decency would have required a word of compassion, or failing that, modest silence. But silence is a luxury reserved for intelligent people, I suppose.
Arthur, it’s not too late to shut up. You will gain nothing from walking on graves, except an even greater contempt than that which you seem to have for others. Maybe karma, the real thing, will catch up with you one day. And on that day, let’s hope that no one has the baseness to laugh at your misfortune.
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