It's 7am at a London airport security desk. I'm peering at a bomb scanner monitor that shows a remarkably accurate X-ray
Seeing as we invented trophy hunting, the British Government really should take a lead in stopping it. In the wake of the Cecil outcry, the Government has threatened to ban the importation of lion trophies into Britain, but only if there isn't significant improvement in trophy hunting practices. A review has been commissioned, but it is a two-year review. The simple fact is that lions like Cecil can't wait that long. They only have until the next crossbow or bullet from a wealthy trophy hunter penetrates their skin.
I admit - I love America. I love the country, the people, the diversity, the food, the craziness. I know it has its faults but in general I love it. Except for one major thing. Guns. The country is a mess over this. If it wasn't so tragic it would be laughable. The whole thing has become a farce and I want to add my bit of nonsense to the subject.
In the early summer of 2010 I sent an email to the owner of an Afghan press agency called "Kabul Pressistan" expecting no
I won't lie. I was starting to give up on humanity. I was feeling generally miserable about recent reports of record amounts of melting ice in the Arctic, Mitt Romney's eternally moronic campaign in the US and our current situation of ever rising economic destruction and damning of human rights by the Coalition.