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The Wolf Slaughter - a message to hunters
It’s too easy to sit in a helicopter and chase down a wolf and blast it with your rifle from the air. I’ve got news for the hunters who pay to do this: You are not men. Zero challenge, zero degree of difficulty and zero sportsmanship. You’ve got nothing. Blasting a wolf from a helicopter is a joke. People actually pay for this service to prove what - they didn’t fall out of the helicopter? If you want to feel like a man ACT like a man. Shooting bears and wolves from helicopters is lazy and virtually child’s play. Do you actually think anyone respects you or admires your dead wolf? Sorry boys it’s too easy, no challenge and only a fraud would fool themselves into thinking it was righteous.
To the helicopter pilots who have sold out - there is nothing rugged about you either. All you are doing is wasting fossil fuel and stealing from a bunch of retards. You want to hunt and shoot living things for sport get your ass out of bed early and hike into the wilderness and meet your prey head on in their house. Maybe then you aren’t a fat ugly American looser who thinks shooting things makes him a man. Mounting a dead animal on the wall proves nothing except that you need some sort of misdirected praise for “your accomplishment” try curing cancer. Anybody who thinks what you do is anything other than wrong is just blowing smoke your way because you have a few dollars.
You and your pilots are arm chair outdoors men with no real stones and an overblown sense of ego. Your closest friends and family are either frauds or laughing at you. Yeah nice kill dad. Nobody in their right mind respects you. Do you respect suicide bombers blowing to bits open air markets and citizens minding their own business? Well….do you - hey genius news flash you are no different.
Yeah real tough guy afraid to get his feet wet. If you knew what being a man was I wouldn’t have to tell you.
For the rest of us with a true sense of honor and integrity click here
Alaska is the last place in the U.S. where a few hunters still use aircraft to chase and kill wolves. They shoot these animals from the air or chase them to exhaustion before landing and shooting them point blank.
Thirty five years ago, Congress passed a law to put an end to aerial hunting. But Alaska is exploiting a loophole in federal law to resume the practice, not only for wolves, but bears as well. Hundreds of scientists and the Alaskan citizens have twice voted and condemned what a few Alaskan’s making money off of this practice are doing. Some of the lower 48 States threaten to follow Alaska’s lead. It’s time to stop aerial hunting once and for all.
Rep. George Miller (CA) has introduced the Protect America’s Wildlife (PAW) Act, legislation to close a federal loophole and curb Alaska’s brutal aerial hunting program — and prevent programs like it from spreading to places like the Greater Yellowstone region.
Please urge your Representative to sign on as a cosponsor to Rep. George Miller’s PAW Act.
Paul Burke
Author - Journey Home
The link above takes you to the original article by Stu Bykofsky from the Philadelphia Daily News a huge sports town. Here is his definitive article on Michael Vick and the seriously flawed, unenlightened individual he is and those of his friends and worshipers all who define not having a clue!
Thank you Stu!
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Stu Bykofsky |VICK’S NOT QUITE ‘THE LOWEST’
ATLANTA Falcons star quarterback Michael Vick is not the lowest, most detestable scum imaginable.
He is not the lowest of the low.
On the bottom rung of the ladder to hell are child molesters, the human garbage who prey on the innocent and the defenseless. That’s why decent people feel gut-rage at their offenses.
Animal abusers are one rung up, but they also target the innocent. When Vick yesterday agreed to plead guilty to one felony conspiracy charge, defense lawyer Billy Martin said Vick took the deal “to accept full responsibility for his actions.”
That’s certified crap. The plea bargain is Vick’s attempt to avoid “full responsibility” for acts that were not only criminal, but also heartless and vicious.
He took the deal under the pressure of a grand jury that was thought to be preparing even more federal charges against him. I don’t blame Vick for trying to dodge the bullet, but don’t tell me it’s contrition.
It’s bad enough Vick bought a property and with pals (aka other defendants) bought, bred and trained American pit bull dogs for the purpose of turning them against each other, according to the 19-page federal indictment.
Even worse was what Vick and his dog pound did to pit bulls that didn’t measure up, according to the indictment - they were shot, or hanged, or drowned, or electrocuted, or killed by being slammed to the ground. Man’s best friend.
I suspect national outrage tackled Vick because he violated the special compact we have with dogs. We are closer to them than any other animal, even “companion animals” like cats, horses and hamsters.
Dogs helped searched for victims at 9/11’s Ground Zero; they are the eyes of the blind, the ears of the deaf, the legs of the disabled; the comforter of children, the protector of women; the puller of sleds, the sniffer for drugs and explosives. They help humans in so many ways and ask for a pat on the head in return.
The unique bond between human and canine can’t be explained, but if you’ve lived with a dog, you’ve felt it.
An anonymous writer explained the human-dog relationship in “A Dog’s Plea,” which you may have seen before. It fits here:
“Treat me kindly . . . for no heart in all the world is more grateful than the loving heart of me.
“Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hands between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
“Speak to me often, for your voice is the world’s sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
“Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
“Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
“And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. . . . Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands.”
That is the heart and the trust betrayed by Michael Vick - who despite his fame and fortune is a wretched waste of DNA. *
Quite simply - I hate “hate” and that’s the only thing I hate. It’s a stupid word, it’s a stupid response to being insecure about your own self and your own choices in life. Somewhere along the way people need to realize that even if we were all the same it wouldn’t cure our insecurity or make us feel better about ourselves - that’s just an illusion based on fear. Variety has been and will continue to be the spice of life. Until we embrace the differences in each other and until we recognize the intricacies in creation are also in our very selves, and until we realize we are creation, just as varied and spectacular as mother nature herself - because we are mother nature, until we realize we are a part of nature and not apart from nature we will continue to be ignorant of who and what we are, do the wrong things, and fear (hate) what we don’t understand about ourselves, each other and our planet.
First of all last weeks game was fun for the fans - fumbles and interceptions - goal line stands and missed extra points and field goals. It was mayhem in the driving tropical rains of Southern Florida. Chicago fans get off Grossman’s back - in his first year he got you to the super bowl - chances are he has enough skill to improve his game.
Okay - if you haven’t heard of the Puppy Bowl this is a must see and a great flip back to what is often a boring game year in and year out. So if your team is getting trounced and you don’t care about the commercials or halftime show - scroll through your guide to Animal Planet and have a good laugh. I especially loved the tailgate crew in the parking lot. It will renew your perspective on what’s important and what’s not in a big hurry. If you bet a bunch of money on the game - oh well aren’t you a sucker.
Discovered this quote the other day courtesy of Mother Jones magazine:
“News is what someone, somewhere, doesn’t want you to know. Everything else is just advertising.” - British Newspaper Pioneer Lord Northcliffe.
Words to remember when watching the boob tube ABC, Fox or reading the newspaper.
