You may recall the story from last summer of Cecil the Lion, allegedly lured from his home on a wildlife refuge in Zimbabwe, then killed by a dentist from Minnesota during a hunting expedition. When the story broke, social media had a collective, and vicious, meltdown. Walter Palmer received death threats from ignorant, angry mobs, and mass outrage came by way of 140-character missiles launched from the keyboards of selfish, bored, latte-sipping bleeding-hearts from all across the nation. Palmer was forced to close his thriving practice, and fled into hiding for weeks. The story eventually died down, charges were never filed, and few apologies were offered.

Well, a few days ago, I saw a story pass through my news feed about Zimbabwean officials faced with culling overpopulated herds of lions because, reportedly, wealthy hunters from around the globe, whose fees help support the wildlife refuge, have stopped visiting. Why? Because they don’t want to end up like Walter Palmer:

'Cecil effect' leaves a park overpopulated with lions that are now at risk of being culled. Bizzare. https://t.co/NisTjyCXq7

— Jonathan Pryke (@jonathan_pryke) February 29, 2016

Do you hear that? It’s called silence. No concern for the lions now. And it’s the same silence we hear following a typical weekend in Chicago. Or Baltimore. Or Detroit. The same silence we hear outside abortions mills around the country snuffing out the lives of hundreds of thousands of black babies every year, a monstrous culture the majority of Democrats defend up until the moment of birth. And the same silence we heard when Tyshawn Lee, and Heaven Sutton, and Hadiya Pendleton were murdered, lives whose full potential will never be realized. Lives lost to poverty, to failing schools, to lost opportunity, to a perpetual sense of hopelessness. They had names, too. And yet, there’s no collective outrage, no mourning for what these children might have been. And few utter their names out loud.

What’s my point? That liberals are fickle hypocrites.