This morning I found a wounded mouse in the trap set by the water lines running into the RV. I didn’t think it right for it to suffer, so I killed it. I said I was sorry as I cried – I hate having to do any think like that. Later I made breakfast for us — I was sitting there telling Michael about what had happened earlier – crying again as I chewed my bacon. I am a hypocrite.
The circus is in town – the ads are every where showing blissfully ignorant families smiling at the elephants doing their tricks. You should know that those animals are abused and tormented until their spirit is broken and their “acts” are not fun for them. It is not natural behavior – when was the last time you saw a dancing elephant in Africa or a lion jump through a ring of fire for shits and giggles?
Not everyone knows how they get these beautiful animals to perform these feats but if you know and you still go and give your money or you refuse to learn the truth so it doesn’t spoil your family fun … you are what is wrong with this world. Inaction equals evil.
So when you ask me “What am I supposed to do, stop going to the circus with my family?” Yes, that is exactly what you should do. Letting the circus know that you won’t be attending because of their treatment to animals is another step. If you LOVE th circus atmosphere may I suggest attending an animal free circus.
Elephants aren’t the only animals in the circus that suffer. Please learn more – the internet is at your fingertips.
Like I needed another reason
…to hate Michael Vick.
Recently Michael Vick was given the key to the city of Dallas. That is a WTF moment right there …
what’s worse is Richard Hunter tried to ask Vick a question and share his story about saving one of the VICK dogs and he was met with abusive language, physical restraint, a blind eye and a deaf ear from Vick and his lackeys.
Watch the video.
There are few people on this planet that I would spend the energy on hating – but Vick is one of them.
Yeah I know – the poor little sociopath doesn’t know any better, he’s done his time – and my personal favorite –
it is only a dog … if that’s all you have to say about it you just don’t get it and you never will. Die Please.
I wouldn’t piss on Michael Vick if he were on fire. In fact, if you look close enough I might just be the one holding the matches.
Busy Freakin Day
I got up and made breakfast for the family. Then MIL and I went out to shop and lunch — girl stuff.
I had 10 inches +/- of my hair cut off to donate to “Locks of Love” – came back to the house, cooked out with the family.
Then after a little more shopping with the MIL came home again and vegged. After LK and his brother decided they were done tearing up GH:Metallica, Mitchell heading into the house. I thought I heard LK wheezing. Then Mitchell said through the window “Hey, what is this sound?”
I stepped outside into the darkness and heard for the first time in the wild (sub-burb of Morehead, KY isn’t all that wild) … the chatter of a lone coyote. Sounded like it was moving between about three yards just across the street.
So I did what any insane person would do at 10 pm on a Wednesday night on a quiet street full of conservative Kentuckians — I raised my head back and a I howled. When I was done I heard yips and barks then one mournful howl — then all of the dogs on the street when nuts.
It was AWESOME.
Great freakin’ day!!
The coyote headed out of the area – I only hope to a less populated area — people around here love to shoot at critters. = (