Mercy for Animals aided in the rescue of a baby pig, who was destined for slaughter.
Recently, MFA had a special opportunity to help in the rescue of a very lucky piglet named Lucy, who was found running through the streets of Riverside, California. After a kind person rescued her from a local animal shelter and provided a temporary home for her, we jumped at the chance to help this piglet by bringing her to Animal Place, a wonderful farmed animal sanctuary in northern California.
You can read the full story here:
April 9, 2013
Common sense writing on Montana wolves, I thought it was worth sharing.
Are you listening to their howls Governor Bullock? Wolves are treasured by real Montanans who care about wild places and wilderness. Be bold! Don’t listen to the crazy rhetoric, it’s not grounded in fact.
BOLD VISIONS CONSERVATION
Montana Governor Steve Bullock
and the politics of Wolves
There was a time when I use to think politics really mattered. I remember going to a rally for Senator Eugene McCarthy, as he ran for President in 1968, in Madison Square Garden, the energy and belief could really change our nation, or so I thought.
I really believed that democrats would change our country, by the end of that year our heart had been stolen by too many bullets, to many great leader’s had fallen. I think…
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Well Mad Men Groupies,
Hot off the presses!!!! I just received Barbara’s Mad Blog post about the Mad Men Season 6 Premier. I haven’t read it, because I haven’t watched…yet. However, for those of you who did watch, please enjoy!
Episode 601-602: The Doorway — Or, Death Con 5, As You Leica!
Editor’s Note: This special weekly edition of Mad Blog will focus on recapping and analyzing each episode of “Mad Men'”s sixth season.
In the season opener, we quickly learn that not much has changed, insofar as our antihero Don Draper is the type of guy who goes to heaven (Honolulu, with his bikinied TV star wife) but drags his own hell with him (“Dante’s Inferno,” a tome which we later learn is a gift from his mistress.)
So many disappointments, so much time, in a slow, sometimes heavy-handed, many-layered, double-header of an episode dedicated to death and mothers.
At I first thought that the Hawaiian trip, complete with the tacky Don Ho/Elvis entertainer and the fire twirlers, had to be one of Matthew Weiner’s great cosmic jokes: Two minutes into the premiere, “Mad Men” has jumped the shark!
After all, that phrase name comes from an episode of “Happy Days,”
Read more: http://www.mediapost.com/publications/article/197634/episode-601-602-the-doorway-or-death-con-5-a.html#reply#ixzz2Pv2SUjDe
Lucky me, I slept like shit last night – flipping and flopping in bed like a fresh caught salmon, driving my cats crazy. The main reason I slept so poorly is due to my aching IT band on the left and inexplicable hip pain on the right. Every time I rolled over on my left, I’d wake up moaning in pain; rolling onto my right was more of the same (and I’m a side sleeper, not back or stomach sleeper, mkay?). In turn, I was forced to lie on my back, which for some unexplained reason, caused my right arm to go numb, forcing me to sit up and shake my arm out until the pins and needles stopped. I would then lie back down, fall asleep only to wake up and repeat the process. Additionally, my cat Sammy was hogging my pillow, that’s right I said my pillow, not the empty one next to me. Also, at one point during the night I woke up to someone snoring. It was my Maine Coon cat Buddy, or at least I think it was him — it could have been me.
At 5:00 a.m. I finally sat up in bed to meet the gaze of 5 felines all staring back at me as if to say, “What????”. I also noticed there were socks on my teeth and I couldn’t help but wonder how they got there. Normally when I wake up with socks on my teeth is the byproduct from a night of a heaving drinking (or even light drinking) and there’s usually tequila or scotch involved. As far as I can remember I didn’t have so much as a sip of alcohol last night. Hmm, maybe I should have…
At 5:15 I decided to check my email so I rolled over to grab my iPhone off the bedside table, lost my grip and dropped the phone onto the floor. Stretching down to pick it up I moaned out loud from the pain in my right hip. With phone in hand, I noticed there was an email from the funnies person I know. I read his email and guffawed out loud while wiping the tears from my eyes. Nothing like a funny email to put a smile on your face after a rough night of not sleeping (keep it clean people).
Today I will be working out of our Rhode Island office as that is where my boss will be. Yep that’s right, I follow my boss — where she goes, I go. To be honest, I love it when she works out of our RI location because that commute is only 20 minutes versus the hour door-to-door commute I have into Boston. Plus I’ll have my car, well actually, I drive a truck. Yep, that’s right GiRRL_Earth/Girl for Animal Liberation drives a BIG ASS GAS GUZZLING Dodge Ram Big Horn Quad Cab truck… that’s why I bought a house walking distance to the train station so I can walk and leave the beast in the driveway.
It’s 7:30 a.m. and I’m still home, typing on my laptop. If this was a Boston work day, I would be on the train right now. Ahhhhhhhhhhh bliss. It’s the little things in life, right?
Something else that cheered me up this morning was a notification from iTunes that the first episode of Mad Men Season 6 is ready for download. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooooooooooooo! Ok now, don’t spoil it for me. I cannot wait to see what Don is up to. Did he take the bait from the advances of that girl in the bar (from the ending scene in Season 5) and bend her over a chair or did he remain loyal to his wife (who I cannot stand)??????…… What about Joan, did she rock some seriously tight shift dress? As my co-worker L says, “Joan knows where all the bodies are burried.” Indeed she does, L. Joan is my hero! Ahhhh and then there’s Peggy, the girl playing in the men’s locker room. I’ve worked for executives like her — she’s well on her way to becoming the female version of Don Draper. Oh and let’s not forget Roger Sterling, puurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr — he can slam me up against a coat room wall ANYTIME. OMG!! Those silver/blue/green eyes, that white/silver hair, I mean c’mon ladies (and men) what’s not to love about Roger (fucking) Sterling? Be still my beating heart. 🙂
Well it’s 7:16 — I suppose I should hop in the shower and get all glamorous for another day in the trenches.
And remember: “Dress shabbily they notice the dress. Dress impeccably they notice the woman.” – Coco Chanel
“Just because science can, doesn’t mean it should.”
The Examiner 2013-04-06: Would you know a GE fish if you caught one, would you eat it? Genetically engineered salmon have been introduced into the American waters that produce growth hormone year-round not for just a part of the year like normal salmon do. The problem with a genetically engineered “mutant” fish made with genetically engineered cells is that it is not natural for a fish to produce this hormone all year long. This hormone drives cell proliferation, and the opportunity for the accumulation of genetic errors in the name of-namely breast, endometrium, ovary, prostate, testis, thyroid and osteosarcoma. If you have a… more »
Nothing changes — whatever familiar measures are announced after every food scandal, once the politicians, manufacturers and retailers have made their claims and counterclaims, and after we’ve gone through the ritual demands for transparency, traceability and labelling. What we really need to do is widen our focus from the contents of “beef” lasagne to the intersecting routes of the current global agricultural system.
It has been developed with the single goal of large-scale production for export, with centres of specialisation to maximise profits. In emerging countries, greater wealth has led to an increase in demand for meat, and therefore a need for agricultural land to feed livestock. In China, meat consumption per person has increased 55% in 10 years (1). To feed its battery hens, China has to import soya grown in Latin America; to grow food for human and animal consumption, it has started to grab land in Africa. Raw ingredients…
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The top selling herbicide on the market has been shown to kill human cells in independent studies. While this particular herbicide, with the main ingredient glyphosate has been deemed safe for use, only the main ingredient is being tested; neglecting the other ingredients which make up the compound.
Listed on the ingredients label of a pesticide or herbicide is the active ingredient, in this case, glyphosate, as well as inert ingredients – the inactive ingredients, or those which don’t kill weeds or pests. Some of the inert ingredients may not be specifically labeled or it will say “other ingredients” to protect trade secrets. The inert ingredients are concerning some scientists because lab studies have shown that an inert ingredient – polyethoxylated tallowamine (POEA) – commonly mixed with glyphosate, have been shown to kill embryonic, placental, and umbilical cord cells. In fact, it is more harmful to these…
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If you have 20 minutes to spare, please watch a great man: Philip Wollen at TEDx Melbourne
Anyone out there who still thinks animals do not feel love or express emotion should watch this video. Also, PLEASE DO NOT SUPPORT THE CIRCUS!!!!!
This is the story of a touching elephant reunion. It’s not a new story, but worth retelling. After a life of hardship, Shirley, an old gentle soul, gets a happy ending. She has finally found peace and companionship with Jenny, a friend from her past.
Now before you go taking offense to this post’s title, let me reassure you that it’s not directed specifically to you, dear reader. I know human beings are not infallible, yet only a few are irredeemable. No, the title is meant for the species Homo sapiens in general, as in…
Humankind, how do I hate thee, let me count the ways:
– I hate that whenever I walk quietly past a local pond, all the ducks, geese and herons rise up and take flight in mortal terror at the sight of a possibly armed and potentially deadly human.
– I can’t stand that the fear of man has become so prevalent that many of our fellow mammalian species have had to adapt by becoming nocturnal.
– I hate that there’s almost nowhere left on the planet where you don’t hear some annoying human noise during the day or see their lights…
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I truly believe that after you have been a vegan for a while, and when I say a while, I mean at least a year not, say for example a fucking week, you start to notice the effects processed foods have on you. That is, if you’re so inclined to take a nibble of something from your non-vegan past. Yesterday afternoon we had a farewell party for an executive. A football field sized cake was ordered and set up in the conference room. Due to the fact everyone I work with knows I used to be a pastry cook, questions ensued about the frosting. I told my colleagues, judging by the looks of it, it is probably ghetto frosting.
Yes. You see, *ghetto frosting* is a term I learned from a pastry chef I had worked for. All of her cakes were a work of art and it would have been complete sacrilege to frost her creations in anything other than butter cream or that nasty shit, otherwise known as fondant. This particular chef only worked with either of those two mediums. When I told her I hated butter cream frosting (because I hate the taste of raw butter) she looked at me with the side of her eye and said, “Oh, you’re one of those… You must like ‘ghetto frosting’.” Wiping the water from behind my ears (i.e. still a freshman in the pastry trade) I said, “Ghetto frosting????” [Tilting my head to one side]. She said, “You know, Crisco and sugar?…” My face lit up. I smiled and said, “YES!!!!! I love the ghetto frosting. Mmmmmmmm!” I believe, at that moment, the earth shifted under my feet and going forward from that day on, the chef forever looked at me with a certain level of disdain. I’m sure she thought of me as white trash.
Most of my immediate co-workers are familiar with the term ghetto frosting because they have worked alongside me for the past 2 years, at least in this department anyway. However, every now and then I will meet someone in the office who has never heard me use that term. Due to the number of attendees at this particular party, the room was rife with unfamiliar faces. Without preamble, I began to explain what *ghetto frosting* means (fucking noobs).
As with any gathering, there is always one or two people in the presence of your greatness who will challenge anything you say, despite the fact you have REAL PROFESSIONAL FUCKING EXPERIENCE. One woman exclaimed, “Nooooooooooo, you’re wrong, this is butter cream.” I shook my head and said, “No, it isn’t.” Another said, “I bake all the time this is definitely butter cream.” Meanwhile, my devoted disciples were cheering from my corner saying, “Susan would know… if she says it’s ghetto frosting, it’s ghetto frosting!” Now, don’t think for a second that proclamations such as these will deter the Little Miss Know-It-All in your presence. You know the type I speak of. They preach from their armchair of life taking an all-knowing stance about everything.
Irritated I walked over to the cake, picked up the fork and proceeded to scrape a 2 inch thick gob of frosting off of the cake (including a rose) and shoved the entire contents into my mouth until my cheeks were bursting like Alvin the chipmunk. I turned to the naysayers, swallowed the artery clogging confection, licked my lips and said, “Yep, it’s fucking ghetto frosting, as I suspected.” And walked out of the conference room shaking my head. Now keep in mind I am a vegan and have been for the past 2 years so eating stuff like this isn’t part of my daily repertoire. About 10 or so minutes later, while sitting at my desk, I began to break into a cold sweat. I felt jittery. My eyes were starting to go in and out of focus and my heart raced… at that moment I blurted out (to no one in particular), “Ummmmmmmm, I don’t feel so well.” My co-worker who sits in front of me said, “It’s no wonder, you did just eat an entire forkful of ghetto frosting.” I said, “I know! Who knew it would have such an effect on me. I mean, holy shit I think I’m about to die. Listen, if I drop dead tell the paramedics what I ate would you please?”
What was in that ghetto frosting anyway?…
…how someone could do THIS to a dog? What the FUCK is wrong with people?????????????????????????
Severely Neglected Puppy Found
The Animal Rescue League of Boston is requesting your help regarding the severe neglect and abuse experienced by a 5-6 month-old puppy found shivering in Dorchester late this morning by a FedEx driver. The League’s Rescue Service Team responded and found the dog, which has been named Oliver Twist.
Read the rest of the story here.
Source: The Animal Rescue League Boston
Mmmmmmmmmm, pass the BBQ Sauce.
Today’s post from the PCRM says,
Nearly half the chicken products sold in supermarkets are contaminated with feces, according to independent laboratory testing commissioned by the Physicians Committee in 2012. The study analyzed chicken samples from 15 grocery store chains in 10 major U.S. cities. The Physicians Committee’s petition explains that even thorough cooking does not remove feces from meat.
“Feces may contain round worms, hair worms, tape worms, and leftover bits of whatever the animal excreting the feces may have eaten, not to mention the usual fecal components of digestive juices and various chemicals that the animal was in the process of excreting,” the petition states.
A federal inspector said, “We often see birds going down the line with intestines still attached, which are full of fecal contamination. If there is no fecal contamination on the bird’s skin, however, we can do nothing to stop that bird from going down that line. It is more than reasonable to assume that once the bird gets into the chill tank, that contamination will enter the water and contaminate all of the other carcasses in the chiller. That’s why it is sometimes called ‘fecal soup.’”
To read the full post, click here.
Check out this awesome story about Rose McCoy, who fights for the rights of animals while choosing a kinder, more compassionate lifestyle.
Rock on Rose!
She rescued chicks from a school egg/chick “study” and brought them to a sanctuary. She then wrote letters (and had fellow students sign on) to the teacher and principal to discourage future egg/chick studies at school.
• She started an animal rights club in grade school to talk with fellow students about various animal issues during lunch and recess.
• She encouraged her teacher to go vegan (she’s still vegan and loving it!)
• She spoke for animals at the McDonald’s shareholders meeting regarding Controlled Atmosphere Killing.
Continue reading here.
SOURCE: The Kind Life
Yesterday’s blog post, “Man I Wish You Were Never Born,” took to task the whole of the human race for the fact that Homo sapiens doesn’t just kill other animals to fill their bellies, they destroy them in droves out of spite, to eliminate the competition…or just for fun. That post received across-the-board praise from readers committed enough to the cause to take a sober view of the only species ever to fly to moon, invent a god or cause a mass extinction.
But do I dare take it a step further and examine the origins of the overexploitation of non-humans when doing so means questioning the nearly universally-held tenant that certain groups of people shall remain blameless, even genetically incapable of wrongdoing? Well, just to prove that I’m an equal opportunity misanthrope and my compassionate misanthropy is colorblind, I’m going to come right out and say that contrary to…
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