This Has ZERO To Do With Any Trial, But I Am So Angry I Am On Vibrate; So You Get To Hear About It.

Hello my lovelies.  Your Dean of Fuckery/Doctor of Doctoring/ Dog Lactation Consultant/Honorary DVM/Horse Whisperer/ Animal Midwife/ Resident Sarcasm Expert/ Owner of One Contract of Indentured Servitude and Queen of all I survey is here and boy am I pissed.

For anyone new to the party, or anyone that just did not know, I am a huge proponent of rights for animals.  No I don’t mean that everyone should cease to eat meat simply because we have to kill something in order to do that.  Killing and eating things is unfortunately part of being a carnivore and being part of the food chain.  That being said, while an animal is alive, I do strongly believe that in exchange for the lives they are going to have to forfeit, it is our DUTY to make sure that they are as comfortable and happy as we can make them until that time comes.

In grade four we had to do speeches.  I loved speeches.  You were allowed to choose any topic and while mine generally went well left of weird, this one year a blurb at the bottom of page 2 of the paper caught my eye.  It was about a harp seal hunt.  This is something that goes on in Canada and is our greatest shame as a people as far as I am concerned.

Harp seal hunting is barbaric.  They beat baby seals (white coats they are called) to death with a club so someone can have a fashion accessory.  The industry will tell you that the meat goes to indigenous tribes, and while that is at least partly true, the entire truth is that SOME of the meat goes to indigenous people but most of them are just left in the blood soaked snow to decompose or be scavenged.  Baby harp seals are beautiful things with the softest sweetest eyes you will ever find on an animal and they don’t know to fear man so they don’t even try to get away.  When people with hearts first started to be outraged they were told it was population control, and then they went with keeping the population healthy and finally it’s part of native culture.  The native culture thing is the only thing that is not an outright lie and that is only partly true.  For the tribes where the harp seals are, yes they do eat them, but for the number killed each member of each family would have to consume three entire seals a day for that to be a completely true statement.

Now I do believe in sustenance hunting and have had to do it in order to make sure my family was fed. Every time I have ever had to do it, I have lost a little piece of myself.  Every time I have killed an animal  I cry for a very long time, even though I have never made a bad shot and I know that were it not for the meat I hade just killed we would go hungry.  I still cry.  Not like tears roll down my face, I look at that beautiful thing that was alive 20 minutes ago and I bawl like a baby.  Why?  Because I had to take that life in order to save my own.  That is not an exaggeration, for a couple of years there, we ate a lot of deer, and squirrel, and rabbit.

So, Harp seals are what made me start looking at what corporations and just general assholes do in order to make money off of creatures that would otherwise be left unmolested.  I eventually got to Cetaceans and Great Apes.  Yes one is land and one is sea, the common denominator is intelligence.

Humans seem to think we are the most intelligent creatures on the planet.  This is something I have never believed.  I have seen to much to believe for a second that is true.  We are intelligent animals, but so are whales, dolphins, parrots, all of the great apes, all monkeys, most dogs, big cats, and elephants.  These are the ones with intelligence on par with ours.  Just because we cannot understand their language does not mean that the intelligence is not there.

So I saw a thing about Orca’s on one of the groups I belong to.  The Orca had figured out how to manipulate its tongue in order to form a handful of words that were understandable to humans.  It did not say who commissioned the study, but I will bet you right now that it was Sea World, because Sea World has a vested interest in keeping Orcas in captivity.

Before we go any farther I’d like to share an experience I had.  When the Valdez went down carrying enough oil to kill about a billion animals I felt that I needed to be in Alaska doing whatever I could to help.  I had a wonderful job that I was very good at.  I went to my boss and told her what was going on and that there was no way I could just stay back and live my life and not do anything.  I asked for a leave of absence and barring that I told her I would have to quit.  She asked me to give her a night to think about it and the next day she presented me with a plane ticket, wished me good luck and told me my job would be here when I got back.  I was in no way prepared for what I walked into when I got to the staging area once I arrived.  I was first moved by the amount of people that had dropped everything to come help.  Biologists, veterinarians who represented almost every country in the world, boat captains who had turned around mid fishing season to come help tow animals in and out as needed, actual physicians, nurses, every branch of the military had representatives and the rest of us.  I had brought every medication my boss could think of that might be useful and there I was in the middle of possibly the worst marine life disaster in the history of ever.  I started with washing small sea mammals and birds.  Dawn donated thousands of gallons of soap to help get the oil off.  Every one we saved we all would give a little victory whoop but for every one we saved, there were thirty that were already dead.  While on the beach about 3 days in, approximately since a lot of us were doing 24 on and about 4 off to sleep.  So that day the sun had been up for about an hour and we could see the dorsal of an orca coming close to shore.  We had no idea she was pushing her calf, it just looked like gouts of oil being moved ahead of her.  Not till she got to where the drop off was did anyone notice the little calf.  Most of the vets were convinced it was dead.  I wasn’t so sure.  I asked two of the guys I’d made friends with if they would wade in and see and they did and that calf was still alive but in a lot of trouble.  The marine biologists ran in then and the cow orca backed off and waited basically pacing while they tried to save her calf.  It took them hours but the little bull orca lived.  He lived.  We kept him in a holding pen that night and mama paced back and forth all night and talked to her baby in this ultra low rumble like she was telling him everything was going to be OK.  They were reunited two days later.  Mama stuck her head out of the water and stared at the two marine biologists that had worked feverously to help him and she made this high pitched clicky sound before she and her baby swam away.  We all talked about it at chow that night and every scientist in the room agreed that whale had brought her baby to us on purpose.  I volunteered that she must have been watching us helping the other animals and figured out for herself we were her best chance.  There was a rumble of agreement and a lively debate about it but the consensus was that I was right.  There was no other explanation that worked.   She had the intelligence to figure out we were trying to save the animals not hurt them and she worked out we would try and do the same for her baby.  For the remainder of our stay I saw her about 30 feet off the dropoff every day.  She and her baby and the rest of her pod.  She was the only one that always stuck her face out of the water and hung there for a minute so we were sure to see her.  She did that till the day we left.

Now, back to sea world and why they, and circuses and any other sick fucks that use animals to line there pockets need to go out of business.  This whole whales can talk thing is absolutely fascinating.  Where it belongs is in a scientific paper not plastered all over social media so that they have a reason to keep keeping animals for the benefit of “research now since the backlash of captive cetaceans has placed them in a very bad spot.

I understand  the thinking behind not turning captive born animals loose because they would likely die.  Likely because they would have no pod to be returned to.  It still makes me just as ill.  I was heartened by the moratorium on breeding any more captive whales.  This little tidbit of social media sensation however is in my opinion a way to try and get the public backlash from the whole Tilikum finally went insane thing to blow over and for the average person to go but, but, but they can study whales to see if anymore can be taught to talk.  So I have come up with a solution.  Have at er sea world.  If you want to do research you fill your lying, money grubbing boots.  However, those whales are never to be shown to the public for money. You can show them speaking as part of your research but you are not allowed to charge for it. Trust me, if that is the case the talking whale program will come to a grinding halt because this as in every other thing is not about information, it is about money. Speaking of which, if you don’t like whales in captivity, speak with your fucking wallet. That is all these rich fucks understand.

RBMD peacing the fuck out.

7 Responses to This Has ZERO To Do With Any Trial, But I Am So Angry I Am On Vibrate; So You Get To Hear About It.

  1. TrulyUSA says:

    I’m with you there! I have a favorite little island that I go to every other year or so, when I can afford it, and they wanted to open a dolphin “sanctuary” where you can swim with the dolphins. Well thankfully there were many people who got the word out and protested. The group who were thinking of adding the “attraction” already had a small island a ferry boat away that had snorkeling (all dead corals and very few fish) and the place was trashed because they don’t make the stupid, mostly East Coast (sorry but few are worse than the wealth on the East Coast, think they own EVERYTHING) crowd behave like people instead of animals. We all wrote letters and promised we would harass and berate and give bad reviews and protest and PROMISE their current enterprise would be tainted. They decided not to do it! We actually won one for once, but we have to keep an eye out because they might try again later on. Makes me so angry!

  2. reallybigmeandog says:

    truly, I did not think it was possible, I swear on all I hold dear that I didn’t, but I love you more now than I did before I read that. Thank you for being that person.

  3. Mama Via says:

    Truly—didnt They just recently declare dolphins to be “Persons” because of their intelligence?

    • TrulyUSA says:

      I had not heard that Mama, but they should, they are wonderful intelligent beings! When I saw how they capture them and what they do to them…….it’s sick, just sick. It’s right up there with people who think eating cats and dogs is acceptable.

  4. Mama Via says:

    It’s been a crazy year here so far…Son & I drove 500 miles to my storage, rented a truck, filled it with all my junk & drove 500 miles back. It took a week for me to recover…I’ve spent every day opening boxes afraid of what I would find…mice, roaches the size of small dogs, mosquitos the size of drones…and everywhere…the ubiquitous mousie poopies…9 years worth…fortunately there wasn’t much for them to actually DESTROY…just the paper wrapping my tea pots…7 or 8 of them and matching cream/sugars, and matching cups/saucers and, with some. Demitasse cups and saucers, & latte cups & saucers…the only thing that got broken was one antique tea cup…and three ‘crystal’ glasses my dad brought back from Japan in 1963…but, what was an original set of 12 sets of 12 different glasses…everything from cordial glasses to brandy snifters to Pilsner glasses…has been whittled down, piece by piece in moves across country….so that there’s now an assortment of maybe 2 dozen glasses of ‘2 of this and one of that, and three of those…’. This move claimed 3 more…

    It’s an “odd” feeling being “reunited” with your “stuff”…it’s “who you are”…much as you might want to deny it!

    I remember my dad giving my mama those glasses…all 144 of them…and her putting them up in the mirrored cabinet…I was only 6 or 7…yet, I knew my life was in danger if I was responsible for one breaking! Mama wasn’t happy with Daddy being “just a sailor”…she wanted him to be an OFFICER…AND SHE KNEW HOW TO DO IT!!!!!! She had grown up wealthy…but, had fallen in love with a married man who left her when she got pregnant…and her parents had tossed her OUT!! So, she grew up with CLASS! Us girls were drilled in “How to properly curtesy”…and “Which fork to use” and “How to be seen & not heard” (That is how I came to love reading so much) She had huge dinner parties and schmoozed the Brass, and organized picnics for the sailors that worked for my Dad, and had what we now call “Keggers” “For the boys”….she was their “Mama”… but to us, she was Hell on Wheels!

    When Daddy Made Chief, he bought us a new house that was “Better for entertaining”…((by God, If mama had anything to do with it, Daddy was going to be an officer!). And mama wrapped up each of those 144 glasses in its very own piece of newspaper…and we were only moving a half block down the street!

    Us girls wrapped and packed up and carried everything else…knowing that DEATH awaited should we FAIL in ANY RESPECT…I don’t remember either of us dying that day…but, I remember mama in the middle of the floor…holding a very tiny cordial glass…all smushed in her hand…she had broke it herself…and she couldn’t rightfully blame us for it…but we made ourselves scarce anyway…just to be safe…

    Mama died a few years after that…she never had to make any more moves with us…but, that old crystal has been across the United States a few times…

    In 1970, it got packed in San Diego and moved to Iowa…and lived there for a while.
    In 1973, I got married for the first time, and Daddy gave me some of it as a “wedding gift” and it moved to FWB, FL.
    In 1980, I got divorced, and it moved to Texas.
    In 1988, it moved to Sacramento
    In 1994, it moved to Orange, California
    In 1996, it moved to Newport Beach, California
    In 2001, it moved to South Coast Metro, California
    In 2005, it moved to my RV, which drove across the US’to Tampa
    In 2006. It moved to FWB
    IN 2009 it moved to storage in FWB
    IN 2018 it moved to Jacksonville

    I think the RV trip was hardest on it!

    So, this has been the story with ALL my junk! And, I always seem to leave a little bit of stuff behind…like I’m going to come back for it…maybe it’s like bread crumbs or something…

    Now, admittedly 1996 to 2006 was just one long relationship where we were buying and selling houses…even so, my junk had to go thru the trauma of a move!

    But, now, I feel better…I have my artwork…I have my tea pots, I have my clock…I don’t feel “Homeless” anymore…I have MY BED in the guest room, MY quilts on the bed…

    For those of you who know the skeletons in my closet…you know I have a half brother & half sister…I guess my half brother has had an ulterior motive in restablishing contact with me…his sister (well, my half sister too, I guess) … is in the final stages of leukemia…she’s not expected to live more than another month or two. She doesn’t want visitors. AT ALL! I’m torn up over this, I don’t know what to do. I’ve met with her a few times…the last time was in 2011..I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know what to do.

    I hope all is well with everyone…

    Love to you all

    Doesn’t seem right that I’ve had two sisters stolen from me so young…and not allowed to know either of them…thru no fault of my own…bad karma

  5. TrulyUSA says:

    Mama, go anyway. Sometimes people say don’t come because they are concerned no one is coming anyway, so easier to say that than to deal with the fact people did not come. Tie up your loose ends when you are given the chance, so many times we have no chance. You may find she appreciated the fact you wanted to come regardless, and if not, you can always go back home with the knowledge you cared enough to try. So glad to hear from you Mama, I’ve been concerned, but I also know you have the strength of character to get through whatever may be happening.

    • Mama Via says:

      Thanks, Truly, I’ll really think about it…right now. They don’t even answer their phone…they call only my 1/2 brother, who was the one who said they didn’t want visitors…I’ll write my 1/2 siuster a letter…

      With my husband totally retired now, every dime we spend comes from savings or from social security. (That f*cking idiot Marco Rubio-Candidate for President 2020..thinks it’s a grand idea to pay the 3 Trillion dollar Budget TaxScam Deficit with Social Security Funds—nothing like financing a tax cut for the wealthy on the backs of our children and our elderly, eh?)

      Oops, got off topic…anyway…because of my husband’s age, we are forced to liquidate a certain percentage of our ‘retirement funds” in the bank whether we want to or not…even on days when the market drops 1000+ points in a single day, and then doesn’t recover…then drops another 1000 points a few days later…because the market doesn’t like “Instability”…and if you look the word up in the Urban Dictionary, you’ll find a picture of trump!

      Everything was fine the first year, because all trump did was issue Executive Orders which reversed Obama’s Executive Orders, which placed Restrictions and Regulations (mostly Health and Environmental) on Big Business. So, Big Business LOVES trump, because he increased the bottom line. Then, his tax scam bill gave them a free ride on the taxes. What’s not to like?

      But, the scandals started becoming BIG ISSUES during the Third Quarter. And the fact that trump didn’t even deny the entire “Stormy Daniels” affair began making him toxic. They got the tax plan they wanted; but the constant chaos surrounding trump was becoming an issue.

      Top 10 Exporters:
      Apple (computer hardw): US$331.1 billion, up 12.9% from 2016
      ExxonMobil (oil, gas): $330.3 billion, down -1.9%
      Chevron (oil, gas): $260.1 billion, down -2.3%
      Ford Motor (car/truck makers): $238 billion, up 5.8%
      General Motors (car/truck makers): $221.7 billion, up 14%
      Pfizer (pharmaceuticals): $176.1 billion, up 5.1%
      Johnson & Johnson (med $141.2 billion, up 5.8%
      Cisco Systems (communications equi): $126.2 billion, up 12.1%
      Procter & Gamble (househol): $117 billion, down -9.4%
      Intel (semiconductors): $113.3 billion, up 7.4%

      One more group of boring facts…
      Roughly 31% of U.S. exports to SubSaharan Africa went to South Africa in 2015, and 19% went to Nigeria. The top U.S. export markets in SubSaharan Africa for 2015 were: South Africa ($5.5 billion), Nigeria ($3.4 billion), Ethiopia ($1.6 billion), Angola ($1.2 billion), and Kenya ($937 million).

      The top export categories in 2015 were: Machinery ($3.5 billion), Aircraft ($2.6 billion), Vehicles ($2.2 billion), Mineral Fuel (oil) ($1.2 billion), and Electrical Machinery ($990 million).

      Now, how do you suppose the Exeutives of John Deere, International Harvester, et al, felt about trump calling one of their primary sales targets “Shithole Countries”. Just HOW are you as an AMERICAN EXECUTIVE supposed to tell a potential buyer that we have a “new attitude”…it’s now “America First, Baby”! We are Number 1! You are a Shithole Country, we are doing you a favor by just showing up and letting you LOOK at one of our tractors! This is not how real life works, folks!

      There are three places I’ve lived that I LOVE…Seattle…the Puget Sound…it may be my imagination…or it may be that I have a contact high from all the 4:20 in the air…but I feel overall that the people are educated (there are colleges in every community!) they love the Arts; there are performing Arts of all sorts, from Community Theater to Professional Productions, Fine Architecture is found in the Queen Anne Section, Downtown, and in all sorts of surprising places. And there are bronze sculptures placed throughout the city, and in some of the smaller cities around the City. There’s a feeling of “acceptance” no matter WHO YOU MAY BE…much like San Francisco…a place I love, but I’ve never lived there….I was born (some say hatched) in Seattle….

      Second on the list but not necessarily second in my heart…is Orange County and San Diego County…but only along the Beach…and only 40 years ago…growing up there was fun…the weather was beautiful…and there were nothing but orange orchards everywhere…but that was BEFORE the Night Stalker, BEFORE Charlie Manson. BEFORE your value was judged by whether you drove a BMW, a Land Rover or (gasp) a FORD!!! (My car was LITERALLY banned from the school parking lot, because it didn’t meet “school standards”! HONEST! )🤔 But, in the mid-60s it was GREAT!

      Greatest in my heart is the Great Nation of Texas. There’s no other Country like it! I legally separated from my husband in 1977 & I moved to Texas…(I got a job, got settled & moved my stuff in 1980) Those 11 years were the happiest of my life (except for now, my life with Papa) Life is what you make it…if you want to be miserable, you WILL BE! I lived in San Antonio..and that’s where I began therapy. It took a while, I’ll tell you that…but, it was the best thing I could have ever done for myself. In addition to therapy…the culture of Texas is multicultural…Anglos, Hispanics and Blacks all work together without problems….BECAUSE THAT IS THE HISTORY OF TEXAS! When a Texan sees a cowboy, he doesn’t see a Hispanic cowboy or an Anglo cowboy, he sees a Texan cowboy.

      When you go to a comedy club, and you are asked “Where are you from?” The answer, 99 times out of 100 is ‘San Antone’ or ‘Dallas’…unlike Florida, you NEVER hear “Jersey” or “Nebraska”

      In Florida, you can live in Jacksonville 80 years, and you are STILL FROM Athens, Georgia. In Texas, if you are there longer than a week, and decide that you are “FROM TEXAS” nobody is gonna argue with you about it, you are FROM TEXAS…unless they say, “No, I meant “where were you borned?”

      It used to be that the longest I had ever lived anywhere was The Great Nation of Texas…so, I’d say that I was FROM TEXAS, but “borned In Seattle”…BUT…I remembered that I moved to Tampa over Thanksgiving, 2005…so, I’ve been held hostage in Florida now for 12 years 3 months…and I’m not planning on murdering the Love of My Life…I don’t ever, ever wish him *ead on occasion in a fit of anger! (I knew a school pal who wished her hubby *ead one day in a pique of anger, and 3 weeks later, he crashed into a tree, trying to avoid hitting a deer, & it killed him! So I don’t even TYPE or SAY the WORDS! No BAD KARMA HERE!)

      But, under the circumstances in Florida, and how snotty the Junior League is…I’ll just say that I’m from the NoKillShelter, but Borned in Seattle…

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