PETA

That’s it! I am joining PETA!!!

HA!! There’s no way in HELL that is ever happening but this latest incident at SeaWorld in Orlando has irked the shit out of me.

If you have not heard about the Orca, Tillikum, killing its trainer, Dawn Brancheau, you’ve been under a rock somewhere. So, if that is the case, you can read about it HERE and HERE.

I have never been an “animal rights” advocate. The only “rights” any animal in the food chain has is the right to be on my plate fried, smothered-n-covered, medium rare, or well done. Domesticated pets such as cats and dogs are the exception. AND for the record – I HATE PETA with every fiber of my being.

Tillikum Killikum

However, theat being said, I am totally disgusted with the position SeaWorld has taken in the wake of Dawn Brancheau’s death at the hands jaws of Tillikum. They have attributed this “accident” to trainer error and the show must go on. Starting tomorrow, Saturday 2/27, the “killer” whale show will resume with the stipulation being trainers will not be allowed in the water with the animals.

Am I the only person angered by this?

The SeaWorld corporation sees its bottom line too important to do the right thing. They stand to loose too much money by releasing the whales back into their natural habitat. The reason they are trying to sell to the general public is that they are doing us a great service by allowing you to see the animals up close, educating us about them, and basically preserving the species – regardless of the harm done to the animal and the loss of human life. (Check the video below)

Needless to say – I couldn’t disagree more strongly!

As long as the demand is there – meaning as long as YOU pay to see “Shamu & Friends”, SeaWorld will continue to exploit these animals and undoubtedly, more trainers will die. Neither of which sits well with me.

But I am only one person. ::shrugs::

Where do you stand on the issue?

The squirrel met his untimely demise as a result of a chance encounter with my tires this morning. He didn’t stand a chance when he darted out in the middle of the road.You know how those little furry hyperactive creatures are…darting this way and that way…not quite sure if they should, making split second decisions. Had he followed his first mind and turned back, he could have walked away from the encounter alive. However, his indecisiveness got him squashed.

Yes. I killed a squirrel today. Am I upset? No, not in the least but I did become a little squeamish as I heard the small thud under the Corolla. Quite a different fate than those squirrels on the Geico commercial, wouldn’t you say? (See the video below)

That commercial should have come with a disclosure for squirrelly ass squirrels not to try this at home, stunt performed by professional stunt squirrels. HA!!!

This isn’t the first time a furry, or feathered, creature has met his demise under my tires.

The Goose.

I was returning to my apartment late one night and it was foggy. The apartment complex I lived in had a pond and geese would flock there during the spring and summer to swim, mate, eat, and sleep. It just so happened that on this particular night the geese were keeping late hours strolling alongside the pond, in the fog, in the dark.

*Badomp…domp-de-domp* “Dayum, what was that?” I thought as I was driving past the pond.
*Squaaaawwwwkk!! Squaaaaawwwwkkk!! Squaaaawwwwkk!!*

I look out my rear view mirror and there are about 5 geese chasing my car! Apparently I had hit one of their compadres.

The next morning was beautiful!! Clear blue skies, big puffy white clouds and the sun beaming down made for quite a picturesque scenario as I exited the complex driving past the pond. That was until I spotted the dead goose on the side of the road with his geese buddies standing not too far off.

They seemed to be in a daze. The shock of the sudden loss was still too fresh in their minds to comprehend.

::Shrugs::

Consider that early retribution for that dayum AFLAC duck. Yeah, yeah, yeah…I know ducks and geese are different but you get my point!

The Cat.

Anyone who knows me knows I DO NOT LIKE CATS!! Aside from being allergic to the stubborn independent fur balls…they just creep me out. But this, in no way, factored into what happened one morning on the way into work.

As I am driving on a two-lane road with the suicide lane in the middle (that’s the center turning lane), traffic was, as usual, heavy. Traveling in the direction in which I was headed, traffic was flowing about 40 mph when out of no where this Tom cat darts out into the road. I see him coming and I began screaming, “Nooooo!! Nooooo!!”

**CAThud… Badomp…domp-de-domp**

“OH GOD NOOOOOOO!!!” I shrieked. Looking in my rear view mirror I see the kitty squirming and flailing its appendages trying to make it to its paws.

The sight sent me into a guilt ridden prayer asking for God’s forgiveness for killing one of His creatures. God knew I didn’t like cats but I didn’t maliciously set out to harm the animal. I think I prayed and rocked & prayed and rocked the entire drive to the office.

While sitting at my desk my manager arrives and walks past me with a puzzled look. “Are you ok?” he asked.

I immediately burst into to tears and through my muffled sobs I told him what just happened. His reaction was hysterical laughter.

“You mean to tell me…the woman who doesn’t take shit off of no one, including ME, is bawling behind a gatdayum cat?” he manages to say between snorts. He continues, “You little cream puff you!”

More laughter and snorting ensue.

“Shake it off!! Lunch is on me today for giving me the best laugh I’ve had all week!!” he says as he enters his office.
Wiping the last tear from my eye, I respond, “Mark. I H8 U! This isn’t funny! I killed a cat!!! I feel awful!”

**Laugh-laugh…Snort**

“How’s Longhorn?” he retorts. “…or you could expense it? Either way, enjoy….MUDERER!!”

The guilt eventually faded away but not the disdain for cats.

::Shrugs::

What have I taken away from these experiences?

Let. Me. See…

Chocl8t = 3…..God’s furry creatures = 0?

Squirrels are stupid and indecisive, geese are loyal to their friends, and I still hate cats.