Today we have achieved a milestone here at Angryromanian.com We would like to celebrate the twelfth day of continuous posting with a poorly written holiday carol.

On the twelfth day of Posting,
my editors sent to me
Twelve shoppers trampling,
Eleven Pants with writing,
Ten Games a sucking,
Nine stun guns zapping,
Eight pies a filming,
Seven Dubyas dancing ,
Six retards-a retarding,
Five confederate flags,
Four angry vans,
Three dead Wyomingites,
Two snowy blizzards,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

Now wasn’t that lovely! And since we are on the subject, what is the purpose of a partridge? One assumes that you eat it but, if you were given a live one perhaps the best thing to do is to let it go and see if you could catch it again. That is what the gentleman in the picture is attempting to do.  The birds are captured or bred, placed in a cage, and released again a few yards in front of a guy with a gun who shoots the bird.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a fuck what you do with your spare time.  I’m not anti-gun or anti-hunting, but I do think you should call things by their proper names.  This brings me to my point: If it is so easy to shoot the damned bird that Helen Keller could do it, Don’t call it hunting -  call it killing. It’s what Chuck Norris does.