“Relax,” said the nightman, “We are programmed to receive.
You can check out any time you like but you can never leave.”
(the Eagles, Hotel California)
The little face peers up from deep inside the fleece blankets and appears to give a squirrely grin. That odd little voice begins to “talk” and one front leg is lifted high as gentle scritches under her chin and across the top of her collarbone are happily accepted. With the carrier Continue reading
“Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man.”
Despite petitions, letters and calls pouring in from people around the world, it appears that stubbornness and inbreeding is going to override common sense and compassion in Holley, New York and the senseless squirrel slaughter planned for the middle of this month by the local fire department will be undertaken with, if the comments from locals are representative of Holley’s 1,000-odd residents, obviously uneducated, pridefully ignorant cruelty.
It just breaks my heart. I don’t know the source of this photo, but for every asshat in Holley, New York, as well as those hanging out in Albany who are in a position to do something about it but continue to look the other way, this is how real firemen act:
“Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.”
(James Anthony Froude)
They walk amongst us. The misguided, the anthropocentric, the insufferably insecure and therefore immeasurably cruel. But while one of the last places one would expect to find them is in a firehouse, it has come to light that just such evil lurks inside the fire hall in Holley, New York; a tiny village located west of Rochester, not far from the cold winds and waters of Lake Ontario whose apparent pasttime during these long winter months is inbreeding. Continue reading