November is when mares will have young foals at foot.

Put yourself in their place for a moment. Imagine seeing the world through the eyes of a young foal. One minute you're walking, free, beside your mother, peacefully exploring the new world just as you have every day since you were born. The next, there's the deafening sound of a helicopter overhead, fear spreading through the mob, panic, confusion. Shots ringing out. Watching your family die all around you.

If that doesn't paint a picture, I'll give you my perspective. My mother was my best friend. The most beautiful, caring and compassionate person I will ever have the honour to know. Her death was a sudden shot to my heart that will never, ever heal.

But imagining losing a mum at the hands of murderers (paid by the government and our own tax payer money) who then high-five each other and are praised by those who follow their words... It's too sickening to even contemplate.

Surely not even the lowest, most evil dregs of mankind could possibly advocate for murdering mothers and babies. And yet, come November, that's exactly what will happen. And as with every post, there will also be several men and some women commenting here in agreement of the darkest horror imaginable.

We have to stop this before November. It can't go on.