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Red Fire Ants on the Road to Hell

By Ed Reynolds

A researcher, entomologist, conservationist, and philosopher of sorts, 83 year-old Edward O. Wilson is regarded as the number one authority in myrmecology, the study of ants. Wilson encountered his first colony of red fire ants as a 13-year-old in an abandoned lot next to his family’s house in Mobile. He spent much of his life near the Gulf Coast where the region’s wildlife mesmerized him.

Though a secular humanist and skeptic, Wilson does not rule out the importance of potential Divine Influence as the mystery behind Creation. In his book The Social Conquest of Earth, he writes: “The creation myth is a Darwinian device for survival. Tribal conflict, where believers on the inside were pitted against infidels on the outside, was a principal driving force that shaped biological human nature. The truth of each myth lived in the heart, not in the rational mind.” He insists that belief in grandiose, unbelievable religious tales satisfy a “primal need.” Regarded as the “father of sociobiology” — a field of study in which social behavior is viewed as a product of evolution—Wilson has jousted with fellow genetic theorist Richard Dawkins (a staunch atheist) in a series of fascinating debates.Screen Shot 2014-02-04 at 11.33.49 AM

Winner of the 2012 Alabama Humanities Award, Wilson will be the
keynote speaker at the Alabama Humanities Foundation Annual Awards Luncheon on September 10 at The Club. The topic of his address will be “On the Origin of the Human Condition.” Visit http://www.alabamahumanities.org for further details.

Black & White: A friend claims that biodiversity is one of the last true gems of planet Earth.

Wilson: The surprising thing is that the two current political campaigns are scarcely ever even mentioning any of the environment. The world’s populations are beginning to go green. I think we’ve really come a long way since the early 1990s in terms of awareness. But even in the best part of it, it’s much slower than what people hoped for. Things like reducing the greenhouse gases and so on. Alabama is one of the richest states in biological diversity., and we are only beginning to explore what’s here. I belong to a group in Mobile who are exploring the possibility of a new national park in the Mobile-Tensaw Delta and the Red Hills of Florida. In the southern Appalachians, I think that there are about 14 known species of oaks. That’s a lot. In the Red Hills just north of the Mobile-Tensaw Delta, the number of oak species found today is 24. The number of turtle species [both land and sea turtles] found along the south central Gulf Coast, including Alabama, is the largest in the world. Continue reading

The Sacred and the Profane

Voices Of The Urban Experience

by Edward Reynolds

    Who would have guessed that downtown Birmingham has a verbal pulse after sundown? It’s not an easy pulse to locate. But once it’s found, it’s a startling revelation.

    The beat thrives at the Carver Theater the third Sunday night of each month when a poet named Moon hosts spoken word celebrations. Urban spoken word wrestles for life in a town often indifferent to the most fundamental of creative arts. Sundays at the Carver Theater in the Civil Rights District are a rhyming confrontation with brutal honesty between artists and audience, and between the artists and themselves. Sometimes at the Carver the audience remains in the observation seats, jostled and soothed by the spontaneous flow of syllables. But on this particular Sunday evening, the audience joins performers onstage. Why, it’s almost a hootenanny!

     On the second Tuesday of each month, the pulse shifts a few blocks east to the Urban Echo, a dimly-lit club illuminated only by flickering candles and the flicking of cigarette lighters in bursts of approval for poets delivering their deepest emotions. The Urban Echo is located in the 1800 block of 3rd Avenue North in a building whose windows are emblazoned with “Jewel’s” in big pink letters. A block away, the Alabama Theater’s neon marquee advertises an upcoming B.B. King show. Continue reading

NIGHT LIFE IN BIRMINGHAM

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A neon mist slowly settles  upon the city, anointing the night with delectable dreams of legendary tamales, cool jazz, chilled martinis, and rainbow brews as Birmingham quietly tucks the sight.  This community embraces a variety of cultures and lifestyles, warmly toasting the future. And the pulse of the bustle swirling beneath the glow of Vulcan’s mighty torch beats strongest on the Southside, sometimes pounding relentlessly, other times purring romantically.

Here we go. The fountain of mythical creatures spewing forth smack in the Center of Five Points South attracts quite a diverse collection of humanity: kids sporting Mohawks as they rocket through the air on skateboards, artists painting colorful canvases, street musicians hustling a buck. It’s quite a carnival atmosphere as we stroll down 11th Street towards Surin West, where we feast on scrumptious Thai noodles and a splendid squid salad before diving into a seafood soup that would be a delicious way to drown. Two doors down we stop into Breckenridge Brewery, the latest microbrewery to call Birmingham home. Inside the pub huge metallic fermentation tanks add a futuristic touch to a turn-of-the-century warehouse, the seductive hum of the brewing process adding a flourish to a wonderful drinking and dining experience. The city’s first brewpub, the Magic City Brewery, is up 21st Street at 5th Avenue South, not far away. Jazz Sax

Up 20th Street we stumble upon a little Mexican palace known as Mancha’s. The late Carl Mancha’s grandfather began hand-rolling his now legendary corn-husk tamales in 1929, selling them from a street cart. The cart eventually parked itself  inside the present locale, where Carl would later concoct the best Mexican sauces in town: the Wimp Sauce (though tasty, pour it in shame); the Nuclear Sauce (glowing green); and the flammable Agent Orange (menacing, fireball Habanero peppers). I’ve seen macho men accept the bartender’s challenge to wolf down one of Carl’s homegrown Habaneros for a paltry 20 bucks. Bear Bryant shares the walls with the heads of wild boar and elk.

A few blocks away we walk into the Nick, a dive so dark inside one expects to find Dracula pouring drinks in one of Birmingham’s prime spots for rock ‘n roll. The Nick has been knighted with a world-class reputation as one of the stops on the circuit for up and coming bands as well as musical combos with world-wide cult followings. Legends such as the Fleshtones, Johnny Winter, Alex Chilton, and Jimmie Dale Gilmore have performed on its tattered stage, and on any given night patrons have found themselves sitting next to luminaries as REM’s Peter Buck and U2’s Bono. Hidden around the corner from the Nick is one of the more fascinating places on God’s earth, the Garage Café. Nestled amongst the leftovers of an ancient, tiny antique mall, the Garage offers a courtyard covered in cascading wisteria, gargoyles, French iron gates, and marble baptismal fonts. A rather impressive cement counter is the interior center piece, creating an unusual spot to sit and drink. There is no truth to the rumor that Jimmy Hoffa is buried somewhere beneath the resting place for your gin and tonic. The 22nd Street Jazz Café is an intimate setting for jazz and blues. You might catch former Count Basie Orchestra bassist Cleve Eaton sitting in with the sweet, mind-numbing trumpet and silky voice of Robert Moore and his Wildcats.  More jazz can be found in the clubs along Second Avenue North at the French Quarters or Tee’s Place.

Cruising east on 7th Avenue we eventually find ourselves face to face with a new Birmingham phenomenon: the martini bar. At the Canteen, the price is an odd $6.42. Go figure. The Canteen offers more than 20 stylishly-enhanced martinis poured into tinkling glasses with long, slender stems. The interior décor is that of a plush living room: large, comfortable sofas illuminated by indirect lighting. A movie screen runs old films while the walls are plastered with black and white glossies of everyone from Frank Sinatra to Bette Davis. The fancy martinis reflect film star fixations, with one even dubbed The King Kong. — Ed Reynolds.

Originally published in Birmingham Magazine June 1997

Unapologetic

Unapologetic

Andrew Dice Clay, comedian and patron saint of political incorrectness, plans to re-conquer the comedy world, one show at a time.

 

 

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February 23, 2012

In a meteoric career rise, Andrew Dice Clay parlayed a 1988 show-stealing performance on a televised Rodney Dangerfield special into sold-out tours of arenas across the country. A short two years later, he became the only comic to sell out Madison Square Garden two nights consecutively, an accomplishment he remains very proud of to this day. That was also the year that “Saturday Night Live” cast member Nora Dunn and musical guest Sinead O’Connor refused to appear on the show the night Clay hosted the program. Dice’s popularity reached rock-star proportions, but also attracted criticism that his act was misogynistic, racist, and homophobic. TV appearances and a feature film followed, but his popularity began to ebb several years later. His newfound status was not something he handled gracefully. He would sometimes threaten to walk out of an interview, as he did on CNN in 2003, when asked about his career going downhill and about his alleged job managing a gym. Dice responded angrily, “This is ridiculous. I come on CNN and the guy doesn’t even know what he’s talkin’ about . . . Jesus f***ing Christ! Every time I do an interview, a guy wants to open his mouth. Can’t even do a little f***in’ routine here. You know what? Go f*** yourself. Go f*** the whole f***in’ network!” as he stormed off the set. (Visit http://youtu.be/6M9C6a1K0nI to check out the fun.)

In recent years, Clay has appeared frequently on the Howard Stern radio show and in a cameo role on HBO’s “Entourage” in 2011, all of which has led to his latest comedy tour. We reached Dice recently for a few comments in advance of his Birmingham show.

Black & White: During the 1990 Madison Square Garden sold out shows, I’ve never seen a comic who had the audience in the palm of his hand like you did. They were reciting the jokes word for word.
Playin’ the arenas was really exciting and overwhelming at the same time. The Garden was great, but compared to other shows at other arenas, it was even calm. I sold out every major arena. I did that for about five years. The Garden is the most famous, but in Chicago, I sold [the arena] out five times. I mean, I used to go into these places and do 60,000–80,000 a people a weekend.

It has been rumored that, in the early stages of your career, some comedy clubs called the police to have you arrested.
Not in the clubs, but when I was doing the arenas—I’ll never forget—when I came to Cleveland, Ohio, and all of a sudden, my dressing room was just full of police laying down the law to me, [saying] “If anybody complains, you’re goin’ to jail.” I go, “Well, aren’t these all fans comin’ to see what I do? You tell me what you don’t want me to say, and I won’t say it. As long as I step on that stage, I collect my check.” I was like, what year are we living in?

Do you foresee a return to your heyday?
Well, no, but things are really starting to escalate again. After the success of “Entourage,” I packed a Brooklyn ball park—on a rainy 40-degree night. It was amazing. I am preparing to do a New Year’s Eve special for Showtime. That special will absolutely, hands down, show why I call myself the Undisputed King of Comedy. I mean, I will leave no doubt as to who is the rock star comic in this world. You know, it’s what I do and it’s what I’m great at.

Some people are O.K. at their jobs, but I’m a one-of-a-kind performer. When you call yourself [the Undisputed King of Comedy], and with what I’ve done in the past, it’s almost like a heavyweight fighter getting in the ring one more time. I always had this thing about never giving up, proving what you’re made out of, and my career has been a bumpy road. I’ve had awful marriages and because of that, I raised my own kids. And that’s beautiful. I had to back off for a decade as far as career moves because I had to raise them—which I wouldn’t change for the world—but now it’s time to prove that I’m the champion again.

So, I’m already in rehearsal. Every night I go on stage, every word means every thing to me. You know, a lot of comedians, they just don’t understand. They all want to be big superstars, but they don’t understand what it really takes to thrill the world. That’s why I always study rock stars, not comedians. Comedians, most of ‘em, they know nothing about performance. That’s why it gets boring when you watch a comic after five minutes. I studied all that stuff; it’s what I was about growing up. It was about everybody from Elvis to Led Zeppelin to Sly Stallone to John Travolta to James Dean to Muhammad Ali to Joe Namath—gigantic personalities.

They knew how to thrill the world. Not just with what they were capable of doing in the ring or on the football field, but also the way they would speak to the public. It came naturally, you know what I mean? There’s a million comics trying to be what Dice is, but this is what God gave me to do, this is my gift. &

Andrew Dice Clay is appearing at the Stardome Comedy Club on Tuesday, February 28, 6:30 p.m. Tickets and information: (205) 444-0008 or visit www.stardome.com.

Feathered Warriors

Feathered Warriors

Alabama is the only state in which the legal penalties for cockfighting are almost nonexistent, making it a destination for cockfighting enthusiasts from around the country. The Alabama legislature is perfectly comfortable with the status quo.

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May 17, 2012

Cockfighting has been illegal in Alabama since 1896. Yet more than a century later, the state’s fighting pits attract cockfighters like ants to a picnic, courtesy of the weakest cockfighting laws in the nation.

Currently, cockfighting (including promoting the event or attending as a spectator) is a Class C misdemeanor, the penalty for which is a fine of only $50. On April 26, Senate Bill 175, which would make cockfighting a Class A misdemeanor and increase the fine to $6,000 and possibly a year in jail, once again failed to be brought to a vote by the State Senate when a filibuster appeared probable. However, it was the first time the bill has made it out of committee to the Senate floor.

“A speeding ticket you get on the way to the cockfight carries a bigger penalty than one for actually participating.” —District 14 Senator Cam Ward of Alabaster

As Senate majority leader representing the 16th District, State Senator Jabo Waggoner of Vestavia placed the proposed law on the list of “special order” bills for the April 26 vote. However, a group of senators opposing the bill indicated a lengthy debate was expected, so once again senators voted to carry the proposal over to another legislative session.

Opposition to the tougher penalties is spearheaded by the Alabama Gamefowl Breeders Association (ALGBA or AGBA). ALGBA was founded in 1978 “to promote the breeding of gamefowl to their full potential as the ‘ultimate’ in spirit and courage,” according to the association web site. The association is a member of the United Gamefowl Breeders Association (UGBA), whose national headquarters is located in Daleville, Alabama.

In a telephone conversation several days after the delay, Waggoner was asked if ALGBA was the leading opponent of S.B. 175. “There was a good bit of opposition. I don’t know who the organized opposition is. I’m sure it’s the ‘rooster people,’ whoever that might be,” he responded. “I doubt I have any in my district. I don’t think we have any cockfighting in Vestavia or Hoover,” he added with a chuckle. “There is a powerful group for [the bill], too. They nearly drove me crazy. I bet I had 50 calls one day at my home, and they probably had 200 calls in support of the bill in Montgomery [at his Senate office]. They were putting out little cartoons that I was aiding and abetting the cockfighting industry, you know, like I was for it. Really irritated me. But anyhow, it was on the ‘special order,’ so they’re having their day in court.” Waggoner has publicly stated his opposition to cockfighting. He also claimed that he didn’t know how much the penalty would be increased by the bill.

“There’s a lot of money involved in that game and that’s exactly why [there is opposition to increased fines],” said District 14 Senator Cam Ward of Alabaster, who sponsored the bill. “This bill does nothing to keep you from raising a gamecock; there’s nothing to stop you from selling roosters. There are people out there making big money off [cockfighting]. I don’t know how anybody could be against this bill. I’ve had people call me; I’ve had threats on this issue. They said, ‘We do this all the time, why don’t you leave us alone’. A speeding ticket you get on the way to the cockfight carries a bigger penalty than one for actually participating.” Ward has no doubt who the opposition is. When asked by Black & White if the threat of a filibuster indicated the political power of the Alabama Gamefowl Breeders Association, he replied, “It does. They’re very powerful in Senator Singleton’s district. They’ve always been big supporters of his.”

Ward was referring to Senator Bobby Singleton of Greensboro, who represents counties in western central Alabama. Singleton asked Ward during a April 26 debate on the Senate floor what would happen if the roosters he raises started fighting on their own in his yard. “I’ve got about ten cocks in my pen, they’re not used [for] fighting,” said Singleton. “But I raise them—raise the roosters and raise some hens. And I don’t want to be mistaken [for a cockfighter]—that one day the police stop by and they see a couple of my roosters out there fighting [and claim] that I’m trying to participate in a cockfight.”

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Breeders attach spurs to the roosters’ legs to make certain that a cockfight is mortal combat. (Photo: Superbass _ CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikimedia Commons) (click for larger version)

 

 

When Senator Ward explained that a cockfight was defined as an “organized event,” Singleton asked, “Well, I mean, what do we call ‘organized event?’ That [definition] could be totally loosely held. Are we looking for there to be an advertisement? Would just a few fellows hovering around be called an organized event? Or does it have to say that I sent out a notice to someone to meet me over at my farm place, that we’re gonna have a cockfight? Would that establish an organized event?”

When Ward noted that “wagering” is also included as one of the illegal activities being addressed, Singleton said, “There’s gambling on any fall day in the state of Alabama. We wager on our two universities. There are board games that are going on. Gambling is illegal in this state. But yet and still, because you said these were organized [cockfights], then would you take a friendly amendment to add in any board games, [any] gambling, [including] Saturday football?”

Ward answered: “Yeah, [gambling] is part of it. But that’s not the [main thing] . . . Because two football players aren’t designed to get in a pen and kill each other like two roosters are.” Singleton didn’t miss a beat. “But they’re gladiators. Your definition didn’t say ‘designed to get in a pen and kill each other.’ I just think that this bill is an unnecessary bill,” said Singleton. “We’re not having that major many (sic) arrests. There’s nothing to say that organized cockfighting is going on in this state.”

At times, a bird’s lung filled up with blood after suffering a puncture wound. It was common to see a handler stick a chicken’s head in his mouth to suck the blood from the animal’s lungs.

Singleton continued: “I think that these are just organizations that are out there just like the PETA group. I could have two dogs tied up and they want to tell me about what to do with my dogs.” When asked if he would support legalization of cockfighting, Singleton laughed and said, “I don’t have a problem with it. You know, I’m for gambling in this state. You’re asking the wrong guy. Ain’t no shame in my game about it! I’ll do that!”

Regarding Senator Singleton’s support of cockfighting, Jabo Waggoner said, “Yeah, I thought Bobby Singleton was going to filibuster the bill. I’m sure the district he represents has a lot of people that [cockfight]. I’m sure [cockfighting] is a rural Alabama sport.”

The Humane Society has requested that the Alabama attorney general’s office investigate the non-profit status of ALGBA, according to Mindy Gilbert, state director for the Humane Society of the United States (HSUS). “The bottom line is that in order to get in some of these bigger cockpits, you have to show a membership card from ALGBA, which is a nonprofit organization,” said Gilbert. “A couple of our informants had to buy memberships to ALGBA to get into an illegal cockfight.” Alabama Nonprofit Corporation Law allows nonprofit status only for organizations whose purpose is “lawful,” according to the HSUS letter to the attorney general. The letter cites several examples of ALGBA’s alleged connections to state cockfights as well as those of the national umbrella organization UGBA in other states.

High stakes
Cockfighting is outlawed in all 50 states, with 40 prosecuting the sport as a felony. In 2002, President Bush signed legislation that made the transport of roosters across state lines to participate in fights a federal crime. This was a blow to the bird-fighting industry in Louisiana—one of two states at the time where it was still legal to fight chickens, thus making it a destination for cockfighters from around the country. In 2007, Louisiana became the last state to make rooster fights illegal. (The first conviction is a misdemeanor, with a fine of $1,000; a second conviction is a felony that includes a fine of up to $2,000.) As a result, Alabama has become a safe haven for cockfighting because of the state’s low fine.

Staging rooster fights has always been a lucrative business. Recently, the total prize money at a large gamefowl pit in Citronelle, near Mobile, reportedly reached a quarter of a million dollars, with entrants paying $400 per bird to fight the six roosters they brought to the derby. Sixty years ago, the entry fees were astonishingly exorbitant. A 1946 issue of The Gamecock magazine features advertisements for tournaments with entry fees up to $1,000. Gaffs (two-inch long curved spikes that are attached to a rooster’s foot) were advertised for $20. There’s an ad for a dietary supplement called Action Tabs, which would “put a cock right at time of fight.” Tips on the best way to “heel” (attach a weapon) a bird are simple: “Hold him as you would a loaf of fresh bread and not as you would a football or watermelon.”

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Another gamefowl publication, Grit and Steel, has been publishing since 1899. In a 1999 issue, prices for fighting cocks are $500, with hens going for $200 and up. Gaffs now sell for $80 each. Grit and Steel has articles on breeding farms with colorful names like Hi-Tech Redneck Game Fowl in North Carolina and the Ace-Maker Hatchery in Turlock, California. The weapon maker of choice is the Killingsworth Gaff Company.

Most cockfights in the United States are gaff fights. Sometimes birds fight with a knife blade attached to their spurs instead. These are called “slasher fights,” and are popular in the Philippines. A slasher match usually doesn’t last more than 30 seconds due to the greater severity of wounds. The Philippines are home to a renowned cockfighting extravaganza called the World Slasher Cup, where expert Filipino cockers take on breeders from around the world. Ferdinand Marcos, a gamefowl enthusiast, ordered cockfighting legalized by presidential decree. Marcos was especially fond of Alabama gamefowl aficionados, flying some of the state’s top breeders to the Philippines to train his birds.

Witnessing a Cockfight
I met Leon in 2001 through his brother-in-law, who told me that Leon was a “gentleman farmer” in south Alabama who might take me to a Louisiana cockfight after I had expressed interest in writing about such debauchery. In addition to raising and fighting his own birds, Leon had operated cockfighting pits in north Alabama in the 1970s. Smitten with gamecocks because of their relentless will to survive, Leon summed up the allure: “It’s a fascination with that particular animal, like some folks might have for Siamese Fighting fish. I love watching roosters perform and I love preparing them for a fight.”

When not doting on his chickens, Leon practiced law in a small town where he owned a farm with a world-class rooster-fighting operation. His birds were bred according to centuries-old bloodlines. Leon’s roosters would be fighting at the Milk Dairy Game Club near Tickfaw, Louisiana, in three weeks and were on a strict diet, complete with vitamin supplements. Pulling a couple of roosters from their cages, he strapped tiny boxing gloves called muffs onto their feet so they could spar. He then flipped them heels over head with his hand several times, a daily routine to prepare them for fighting despite being thrown off balance by an opponent. Lobster claws, which he claimed toughened their beaks and spurs, were tossed to the birds after the workout. He repeatedly told me that roosters were naturally aggressive. “I had one damn bird that saw his reflection in my truck’s hubcap. He attacked the hubcap so hard that he killed himself,” he said, laughing. I asked if cockfighters ever got emotional when a favorite bird got killed in the ring. Rolling his eyes, he shrugged and said, “Nah, it’s just another fight.”

Cockfighting season runs from January until May. Leon gave me directions to the Milk Dairy Game Club, where I met him on a Saturday at sunrise in February 2001. He introduced me to his fellow cockers as “a guy writing a cockfighting story.” His pals were not particularly impressed, and attempts at conversation were awkward at best. One fellow laughed that he had just as soon let his favorite rooster attack my throat instead of placing him in the pit to fight.

This was a derby event. Each cocker brought six birds to fight over the duration of the day, with an entry fee of $100 per rooster. Whoever had the most winners at day’s end would take home the $60,000 prize money. Birds fought only once. If more than one fighter had an unbeaten team of roosters, the $60,000 would be split. The Milk Dairy Game Club was a 300-seat arena built specifically for cockfighting. The price of admission was $15. No alcohol was allowed. A concession stand sold burgers and fries. Entire families were among the patrons, with children running around. It was weird.

Each fight began in the main pit where the grandstands were. If there wasn’t a winner in ten minutes, the pair of birds was taken to the drag pit. Located in a concourse area behind the main arena, the drag pit featured several 10 foot by 12 foot pens where fights were completed, with four or five bouts taking place at once. It’s the most gruesome area to watch a match because the birds fight only a few feet away from spectators. It was surreal and stomach-wrenching. Fighting roosters often get hung up on one another’s gaff, so the handlers frequently had to come out to separate them. At times, a bird’s lung filled up with blood after suffering a puncture wound. It was common to see a handler stick a chicken’s head in his mouth to suck the blood from the animal’s lungs.

In order to blend in, I decided to place a wager. The fight that I bet on lasted 45 grueling minutes, with the winning bird gaining a second wind despite fighting with a punctured eye and a broken wing. Defeated roosters not killed during a match have their necks rung by their owners immediately after a match because a beaten animal is no longer considered “game.” An animal that has lost its will to fight is as good as dead in the cockfighting world. I was no longer game either, losing a hundred dollars on that bout. Having watched enough chicken fighting to last a lifetime, I headed for the exit. It was the strangest Saturday I’ve ever spent. As I walked away from the drag pit, I stepped over several dead birds strewn on the dirt path leading to the door. On the wall there was a sign that read: Please throw all fallen warriors on the ground and not in trash cans.

Black & White asked D’Renda Lewis, secretary of the Alabama Gamefowl Breeders Association, about the organization’s position on cockfighting. Ms. Lewis explained: “The majority of game fowl breeders don’t have a problem with cockfighting. You are looking at it from an animal rights perspective; why not look at it from the animal’s perspective? It’s that bird’s instinct to fight, and fight to the death. Wouldn’t it be more cruel to not allow that animal to follow its natural course? Those birds are going to fight anyway.

I don’t have the hang-ups that other people have about this. As for minor children going to cockfights, if there is gambling I understand the problem, but otherwise, I mean, these kids were raised on a farm with chickens, so by the time they get to a cockfight they’ve already seen a lot worse than that. But cockfighting isn’t really about gambling anyway. It’s about raising a supreme athlete.” &