People have written articles and posted opinions worldwide about the poaching of rhino, for a good length of time now. It ranges from emotional outbursts, informative articles and factual reports to incensing drivel, personal viewpoints and workable suggestions. Beside all the writings, discussions, appointments of forces to combat the evil and fundraisers, the poaching continues as we speak – and is escalating. That gets to me. The fact that we throw in all our efforts, while the rhino killing is increasing!
According to the RSA Department of Defense, it cost South Africa R228m in attempting to curtail the wave of poaching last year (http://www.dod.mil.za/operations/poaching/rhino.htm) I have no idea if this is calculated as a total sum or just the loss the government made in the attempt. I didn't research further, for what I have to say – this seems to suffice.
A short while ago I was on the same band wagon, throwing my money behind this fight, purchasing plastic horns, stickers and even willing to get a rhino tattooed on my left buttock (The right side is already occupied by a vector of Rammstein).
Even Google donated US $5m towards the worldwide anti-poaching cause – for drone planes I believe - and daily I still hear of another fundraiser on the go to chuck another huge amount of money towards trying to stem the massive demand for the horn-fibre that supposedly gives … erm, horn.
I say enough! Let us process the (alleged) huge stockpiles of rhino horn we have already harvested and roll out a campaign to cull all the rhino alive. We could increase our GDP by a few percentage points, finance the building of a Colosseum at Nkandla, house a couple of misplaced, previous land owners in the Cape and fix three or four potholes in Mashishing.
We have 20mp+ cameras to take high resolution pictures of the rhino for our children to gaze at and tell them bed-time stories of how we, as magnificent humans of our generation, managed to be sided with the giants of history, in decimating another being, which inherently was never ours to play god over.
While the numbers of humanity are climbing, we find ways to inflict horrendous damage to ourselves in supporting the booming industries of cocaine, alcohol, tobacco, fast foods, processed meats, genetically modified crops, carbon dioxide emitting transport and pharmaceuticals. The more pressure we inflict on ourselves, the better the medicine becomes – keeping us alive well past the sell by date, to place just the extra burden on our fellows.
The estimation is that our numbers will top 11 billion by the turn of the century (up from the present 7 billion), which will surely have us eating elephant meat, cooked cockroach or human flesh by then. Can we not, as a reasonably intelligent form of life, keep our numbers in check? Can we not make a very difficult decision and cull those that are culling our environment, our resources, our progress and our livelihood? Why does it have to be so difficult to decide that the whole chain of poachers, from demand to supply, should not be a necessity for our other 10,99999 billion inhabitants by 2100, to reminisce over?
We fill our jails with looters, poachers, killers and rapists – whom we have to feed from our fast waning stock of maize, for free. Can we make the decision to deny them their food intake, exhaustion of valuable oxygen and free medical attention, or pay the price? Yes, I’m saying that we must cull our vermin (wouldn't harm to stem our birth rate, but that seems a non-viable option to our grandest nations – especially in Africa). It seems we tend to err when it comes to reducing or inhibiting our own growth.
Let’s do it then. Let us be the generation to demolish the species called rhinoceros. It would be a small price to pay for humanity to catch a wake up and preserve – until the next one is on the list – or may we be next? Hell, I get so mad at us.
They walked here – the dull, grey, short-sighted weird looking horny faced herbivores - on this place we call home, since 14, 2 million years ago…and we decide now, that the horns are of use for our desire. What will be next?
Lion toe nails, good for extending life to the age Moses apparently reached?
Blue Crane eye balls - roasted in a white wine sauce, for alleviation of diabetes?
Our demise will be our own doing...