I guess running in front of bulls who are willing and quite able to gore you in the butt isn't enough for some people:
Here's more from Shark Attack News.
And you thought ObamaCare was the worst idea imaginable. Don't underestimate people!
The whole thrill-seeker mentality is mildly interesting to me into inasmuch as it signals some sort of restless spirit in these people. When I sit back and contemplate it, I'm more than thrilled just by the fact that God has blessed me with a wonderful wife and son, a job I like, access to baseball . . . the basic stuff that most of us consider fairly common to life, but representative of blessings nonetheless.
What kind of spirit makes a person so dissatisfied with all this that it becomes necessary to jump off cliffs, run with bulls, wrestle alligators, and now . . . hug freaking sharks, just to kick-start the adrenaline such that you are sure you've got a pulse?
I'm not rooting for any of these people to get their heads torn to shreds. I just figure it's inevitable. You ever try to hug a woman who didn't want you to? Yeah. These are sharks.
By the way, I would guess that the majority of the people who do this are Obama voters. Here's why: The whole young demographic that votes for Obama is sold on the idea that they should be able to do pretty much whatever their hearts desire without consequences - even if the desires are abjectly stupid and can't possibly benefit them in any way. Granted, there's no welfare program that can hold you harmless when a shark decides to start tearing your skull apart. But once you establish that it's your undeniable nature to just perpetually go for it - whatever it may be - the mentality takes over, and at that point, you indulge whether you're protected or not. It's one of the traps of liberalism. You're encouraged to just do whatever you want with the idea that you're entitled to government protection, but the truth is that the government can't protect you as much as it wants you to think - and once you're in the mindset it's pretty hard to get out of it.
Until, that is, you no longer have a mind because it's been literally snatched away from you by a creature that you thought just wanted a hug.
Dopes.
