As a hunter I kill deer and eat them. I don’t trap them as babies, torture them with sharp instruments and force them to dance for my amusement year after year. Indeed I’m so offended by the sight of elephants chained all four feet or boat hooks used to discipline them I won’t go to circuses any more. Even the one that has that unbelievably brave cat that jumps a hundred feet from the upper big-top into a tiny cushion held by the ring-master or the human cannon ball that lights himself on fire as he sails through the air. Although I do miss the sideshow, hot dogs and popcorn. And the clowns.