But then it got really weird, really quick — Look what he tweeted just the other day:
Romantic night with wife cut short by having to kick a potentially rabid raccoon to death. Randomly attacked a pedestrian.
I’m a Torontonian now, and believe me: we have so many raccoons in this city, it’s actually the mascot for the Toronto airline called Porter. They’re gross, and they’re not scared of people.
But really: Did this raccoon really just kept attacking, and he wouldn’t stop when he was shouted at, or even kicked once?
And you posted a picture of that — heroically?
So gross. If it’s dead, why is your foot still on top of it? Is this like a trophy shot? Why are you boasting about it to the world?
And then said his dad took out a machete to chop off its head or something, or stab it — even though it was already dead?
Maybe the whole thing is a joke.
Maybe they just found a dead animal and thought it would be funny to make up a story.
Funny: Tristin Hopper has also trashed the Rebel's media ethics, using our name as a byword for poor journalism.
Hey, Tristan, I don’t really think I’m going to use your moral code or your sense of judgment as a guide for anything.