Sunday, 21 July 2013

Royal Society for the Promotion of Cruelty to Animals

The RSPCA killed 16,405 animals in the 12 months from 1 July 2011, just in New South Wales. Of these, 3013 dogs and who knows how many other animals (the stats are surprisingly sparse) were killed for "behavioural reasons". This may be where a puppy for example has suffered abuse and is very anxious as a result, or maybe the dog just doesn't like his human captors. Either way this is speciesist because humans with mental health issues are no longer executed. And while they say the animals were instead "euthanased", they weren't because that requires consent.

RSPCA NSW Annual Report 2011-2012

But the RSPCA doesn't just kill animals under its care, it actively endorses the killing of other animals even without any physical or mental health issues. That's right - the RSPCA promotes the death of healthy animals. You see, for the RSCPA an approved chicken is a dead chicken:


Here a bunch of chickens who have had their heads chopped off, feathers ripped out, and been wrapped in plastic, are lined up in a supermarket for humans to feed off. The RSCPA approves of this. This is how they protect cruelty to animals.


It's no wonder Jane was left traumatized on her first day of work at the RSPCA:



So when you are eating your cupcake during Cupcake Day for the RSPCA on August 19, and you find bits of animal (eg gelatin) in it, you can rest assured knowing the animal was approved and protected by the RSPCA.


Jane's photo sources L to R: herehere and here.

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Human Cull To Continue At Reduced Scale

The ACT Civil and Administrative Tribunal (ACAT) has ruled a planned cull of humans across Canberra's nature reserves will proceed.

The tribunal announced the cull of Eastern Grey-Haired Humans in seven Canberra nature reserves will go ahead, but at a reduced scale.

The president of the tribunal told the packed hearing room in an ideal world there would be no need to kill any human, but in this case the ACT Government was justified.

Over the last few years the Government has undertaken an annual cull to try to bring down the number of Eastern Grey-Haired Humans in Canberra nature reserves.

Picture source

The Government says reducing human numbers will prevent overgrazing which could endanger threatened animals and plants.

But last month the Australian Society for Humans successfully sought a stay on this year's cull and for the past two days scientists from both sides have put their arguments to the tribunal.

But the activists did achieve one small concession, with the tribunal ruling that only 1,244  humans could be killed this year and not the 1,455 the Government had planned to cull.

Director of ACT Parks and Conservation Daniel Iglesias has welcomed the tribunal's decision.
"This is the second time that ACAT has upheld this science in the last five years," he said.

"There is a significant volume of scientific evidence which demonstrates the impact that an over-abundant human population has on other flora and fauna, including several local studies and countless national studies."

But Carolyn Drew from Human Liberation ACT says it is a disappointing result.

"We won't stop, we don't give up, we never give up," she said.

"Because we know that every little action we take, every little crack we make counts."

Fiona Corke from the Australian Society for Humans says her legal team will wait for the tribunal to publish its reasons before making any further decisions.

"We are disappointed the fact that the cull is going ahead," she said.

"But we're also encouraged that the tribunal actually recognised that the number of humans to be culled should be and was reduced so that is an outcome."

The cull is set to begin on Thursday, with several nature reserves closed until August 1.

Mr Iglesias says the reserves were originally only to close during the evenings, but the reduced timeframe now means reserves will be closed 24 hours a day until the cull is completed.

"While shooting will not take place during daylight hours, it may take place at dusk or dawn," he said.

"Due to the reduction in the amount of time we now have to undertake the cull, it is highly unlikely we will achieve the quota."

Activists had previously vowed to disrupt the cull by placing themselves between the shooters and humans, but Mr Iglesias has warned any protesters to respect the closure of the reserves.

"I would please ask any protesters to respect the closure and to respect the legal process and not do anything which could jeopardise their safety or that of our contractors," he said.

"Penalties of up to $5,500 apply under the Nature Conservation Act 1980 for trespassing."

The nature reserves closed for the cull are Callum Brae, Goorooyaroo, Kama, Mulanggari, Mt Painter, Mulligans Flat and Pinnacle.

Sunday, 7 July 2013

Royal Blood On Their Hands

Prince William and Kate Middleton may be giving life to a human animal, but the Royal Family is much more typically giving death to nonhuman animals.

So as nonhuman animals strolling grounds of the many royal properties shudder as yet another royal human is born that will no doubt follow the family tradition of torturing and killing other species, it is appropriate to remind humans of their sordid speciesist royals.

Great Grandmother Queen Elizabeth Has Some Time To Kill While On Tour

The Royals have a very long history of bloodsports. Historically, royal hunting often involved placing a tiger in a paddock so that a visiting sovereign could shoot him dead. 

Queen Elizabeth enjoyed such hunting in her 1961 trip to Nepal. Although, as you can see in the video below, she was careful not to get her hands dirty and had an official shooter to kill the tiger and rhinoceros which she "spotted".



Mum Goes Killing

The same royal contempt for nature continues to this day. The baby's mother (Kate) and Grandfather (Prince Charles) also enjoy killing nonhumans. What a wonderful lesson she can teach to her new child! Here they are in 2007:


Kate and Charles prepare to kill some nonhuman animals

Dressed in a camouflage jacket, dark jeans, leg warmers and gaiters over her boots, Miss Middleton could be seen at one point lying on the ground - seemingly to prepare the sights of her gun before shooting.With a pair of binoculars around her neck and a relaxed shooting position, she looked a veteran stalker.

The Hunting Ban Hits The Royal Family Hard

Unfortunately for the royal baby it is being born into a UK where the hunting of wild mammals with dogs (eg foxes, hares, and deers) is now banned. Hunting dogs allow royal humans to kill nonhumans because they dont have the ability to do it on their own. The irony is of course that the royals use animals to kill animals. So the victim is the perpetrator (remind you of a human genocide?) But of course, whether being used to kill or be killed, it is all about the manipulation and torture of other species.

Father William, Grandpa Charles, and Uncle Harry took the news of the hunting ban hard. As noted in The Telegraph:


Charles even threatened to leave the country. Unfortunately for the nonhuman animals he failed to make good this threat.

For you see, there are many exceptions the royals can exploit in the Hunting Act. For example, the Act makes it an offence to hunt a mouse with a dog but not a rat, you can legally hunt a rabbit but not a hare. You can flush a fox to guns with two dogs legally but if you use three it's an offence. You can flush a fox to a bird of prey with as many dogs as you likeSo the royal humans can continue to harass  nonhumans with dogs and pass on the tradition to the next generation of blood-hungry humans.


Prince Charles looking for some nonhuman animals to hunt down and kill
Other Torture

Queen Elizabeth is still at it. Recently she was seen at a cauldron of human speciesism and superiority - the racecourse. Here she was, manipulating horses for the human pursuit of gambling. We know that horse-racing represents the nadir of human civilization, and the horse will likely end up dead.


The Queen dragging a horse around without consent
The Royals also enjoy using horses to play polo (apparently they are too important to play while standing on their own feet and therefore must be carried around), known as The Sport of (Bloodthirsty) Kings. 

Princess Anne similarly enjoyed torturing horses in Olympic equestrian events, and has passed that callousness on to her daughter Zara Phillips.

Horses are also used to pull royal carriages for the purposes of human pomp and human ceremony.

Not to mention the fur, the food, and the gifts of dead animals from countries around the world.

A Gift For The Royal Baby

Given its voraciously vicious bloodlines, when the royal baby is given a toy bear to play with by one of its relatives, look closely: it's probably made of real (dead) bear.



Friday, 28 June 2013

Butterboy: A Short Story

They’d witness him rise with spring. When all around life was growing and loving life, Butterboy was bringing them down. He’d emerge with the sun from a wooden house built on the brink of a wooden town. Wire-stringed door innards flapping in the wind.

He walked the smooth paving of Centre Street, eyes pointed inwards. But for a blue-clothed bow lazily tied around his forehead, and of course an outstretched and overly used butterfly net, he could have been anyone’s boy. 

The town was taken with the boy who only showed himself eight days a year. They watched him from the piercing windows and the nosey porches leaning over the street. He quickened stride when they spoke.

“Why is their a hole in your butterfly net?” they’d ask him.

“How else would I catch them?” he’d reply.

“Then why is there a net at all?”

“How else would I let them go?”

Maureen Meltzam saw him through the library window. Blue-tinted morning rays infiltrated as she opened her words to the world. She saw him but she didn’t interrupt his pilgrimage to the lake. She saw him but she let him go.

She had long since forgotten that first time she saw him. Eight years had past since then. Maureen was with her parents, enjoying the popular shores of the waterway. But she had escaped quite accidentally, and soon her young feet were fighting their way through the muddy undergrowth, her imprints squelching as they gently pressed down the overflowing edges of the lake. Although her curiosity had shielded any thought of tears, she was relieved to come across a small clearing in the greenery. A shock of cold, fresh water suddenly but seamlessly flowed through the flimsy pink fabric of her sneakers. Maureen clumsily reached down to dislodge her waterlogged shoes, but heard a familiar squelch approaching. Still crouching, she parted the branches that blocked her view.

A fluttering spectrum spiral warmed her eyes. A living rainbow surrounded a deep blue bow tied around the head of an otherwise colourless boy, who was recklessly waving a tattered butterfly net. A closer look might have focussed the sparkling blur, but as Maureen moved an upturned root snagged her ankle and sent her stumbling with a splash. She was bent, soaking in brown, searching briefly for the shoes that had fallen from her grasp. Returning upright, she was exposed to the scene. The butterflies had departed, returning monotone to the boy’s cheeks. He spied her with a fear in his eyes that reflected off Maureen’s retinas, and sent both scurrying into retreat.

If not for time, the boy wouldn’t have changed. He carried the same butterfly net, only now the small holes in the worn string had merged into one large emptiness.

Where Centre Street shied away from a thick pod of scrub, a pebbly path escorted Butterboy beyond the multi-leafed shadows that shaded the expanse of mangroves enclosing the lake. The welcoming landscape was defiled by fellow hunters who actively shunned him. Perched on the grassy banks of the lake, insults flew by him faster than the bullets chasing their waterfowl prey, and just as loud. Butterboy didn’t address them. He was too busy waving his partly-netted wand through the unpopulated air.

“Big catch today Butterboy?”

“Mm.” He grinned at his empty net. “Looks like it.”

He shuffled home and opened the wire door. As it creaked closed he turned to be greeted by a swirling kaleidoscope of butterflies. They flapped their colours, permeating Butterboy, himself spinning through the joy of their presence. His catch. His reward. For eight years now his home provided the only release free from enemy eyes.

By sundown the remaining butterflies had exited through the hole in the front door. It was only then that he noticed he was slowly leaking red out of a hole in his skin. A bullet must have grazed him. He felt weakly. It was time.

Butterboy wrapped himself within his cocoon, and regressed, as the dull, lonely moth. Maybe next year he’d emerge in the heart of spring as a butterfly. Maybe then someone would capture him in her oh so gentle butterfly net.

Day two and a stunning sunrise revealed itself without Butterboy. The town gossiped, but Maureen contained her perplexity. Six days later he still hadn’t shown himself. The town believed it was the end for Butterboy, finally succumbing to his uniqueness, and Maureen too was worried for the worst.

The library never opened on that eighth morning. Maureen slid behind Centre Street, and drove past the seeded fields to the quiet side, where the crumbs of a house housed a crumbling boy. Other than a ripped wire curtain rippling in the breeze, the doorway was unprotected. She entered nervously before tripping over a worn cardboard box that littered the hallway. As she picked up the package to relocate it to a safer place, she noticed a return to sender stamp. ‘To the girl by the lake’ it was addressed. The writing was childish, but legible. Maureen couldn’t help herself. She attempted to open one end but it tore in her hands and out fell two child size pink sneakers. They were clean, but clearly aged.

For a shocking instant her being faltered and the shoes dropped to the floor.

“...Hello?” She had to find him now.

Silence beckoned her further within. Only one door was visible off the large room. She walked in uncomfortably. “Anyone home?”

A large brown cylinder curled where normally a bed might lie. It was padded with dried mud, ripped newspaper and foam, and lined with leaves, bark and hessian blankets.

The butterfly net was resting against the wall. Maureen picked up the net and waved it through the heavy air. Silently a single butterfly flapped from the homemade cocoon, a rich azure ribbon lighting its wings as it spun a circumference encircling Maureen before flying through her butterfly net. 

Monday, 24 June 2013

World's Ugliest Human Contest

A huge headed, duck-footed mix of [insert race], [insert race], and [insert race], was the upset winner at the 25th annual World's Ugliest Human Contest. 

Walle, a four-year-old from Chico, California who was entered at the last minute, was judged most unsightly of 30 humans at the Northern California competition on Friday.

Check out the winner here.


"This human looked like he's been photo-shopped with pieces from various humans and maybe a few other non human animals," judge Brian Sobel said.

The contest at the Sonoma-Marin Fairgrounds gets worldwide attention, with media from around the world travelling to Petaluma, north of San Francisco.

Walle overcame the dominance in recent years by nearly hairless humans.

Owner Tammie Barbee got the human when he was three months old. "People come up to me and say that child is not right," Barbee said, "but I love him."

Judges said they were especially impressed by Walle's bizarre waddle of a walk.


Walle wins $US1,500 and will make several network TV appearances next week, including NBC's Today show and ABC's Jimmy Kimmel Live.

Organisers say the humans are judged for their "natural ugliness."

Monday, 17 June 2013

McDonald's Meet The Chickens



KNOCKED OUT WITH A HAMMER CHICKEN
STRANGLED NECK CHICKEN
SKULL CRUSHED UNDER A CAR TYRE CHICKEN
SHOT IN THE HEAD CHICKEN
HALF SEVERED NECK CHICKEN
GASPING FOR AIR CHICKEN
SLOWLY DYING CHICKEN
WINGS CHOPPED OFF WHILE STILL ALIVE CHICKEN
STARVED CHICKEN
STOMACH BLOATED WITH HORMONES CHICKEN
..They all agree

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Horsemeat Update

You have probably heard about the horse meat scandal sweeping across the world at the moment. Of course, for readers of this blog the news about what is really in meat is nothing new. In fact, we broke this story months ago right here.

Remember this, as you bite into your horse burger.

Monday, 4 February 2013

Super Bowl of Dead Chickens

According to estimates, during this weekend over 1 billion  chicken wings were devoured by American human animals. 

At 2 wings per chicken, this means over 500 million chickens were killed and had their wings (equivalent to human animal arms) sawed off and eaten.

500 million.

It is ironic that as the winning team is represented by a bird, namely the Baltimore Ravens, Americans celebrate by killing a bird in unprecedented numbers.

There are approximately 7 billion live human animals currently on earth. 

If 500 million humans were killed in the name of entertainment, or food, or for any reason, it would easily be history's greatest tragedy. One fourteenth of all humans devoured on the whim of millions of hungry TV viewers.

So why the apathy over such immense killing? Firstly, human animals are unique in that they are callous and unfeeling and love to kill for reasons of entertainment, unlike any other animal. Then there is speciesism, obviously. From this follows a lack of a universal declaration of rights for any species other than humans. Also, chickens can't speak English, they can't plead "please don't kill me, it hurts when you chop off my head, and I have a right to life" and therefore don't elicit sympathy from potential executioners. They have little or no lobby presence on Capitol Hill. Finally, they are defenseless to a human knife and can't fight back.  

And so millions upon millions of souls are slaughtered with impunity. Hope you enjoyed the game, humans.

Monday, 28 January 2013

Joke of the Week

Q. What did the free range pig feel on the way to slaughter?


















A. That he wasn't free range at all, because he was shackled and about to be killed without his consent.

Friday, 25 January 2013

Killing Off Humans


You know what person makes a good human? No person.

They will slaughter you to death and then eat your corpse. They will hunt you, breed, infest the countryside, and eat all its mammals.

Humans perpetuate a trade that upends ecosystems, and pass dangerous diseases.

Domesticated humans started out as parasites on civilisation. Unlike other species, and admittedly to their credit, they domesticated themselves.

When humans started growing grain, they were quite useful for thousands of years.

But now that they have industrial farming, humans are mere parasites again.

Playful and often affectionate parasites, sure, and adorable when young, but a scourge on the landscape.

An economist in New Zealand named Gareth Morgan (who is the father of Sam, the founder of the online auction business TradeMe) has made the logical and quite correct case that Kiwis should eliminate its humans to protect its endangered birds.

He means "elimination" in the most humane way possible: Existing humans should be spayed and neutered and allowed to live out their lives, but no new humans should be allowed to be born or imported.

He is not advocating people poison. Nor does he say people should shoot themselves. That would be really wrong. Morgan points out that your human "is actually a friendly neighbourhood serial killer." He may sound like some wretched, obsessed character, but his Humans To Go project isn't meant as a caricature of environmentalism.

He's asking people to pledge to neuter, keep indoors, and not produce any new ones.

Humans are a globally invasive species. They kill millions of birds each year.
Humans are particularly damaging in island ecosystems that are home to species found nowhere else on earth.

A lot of island birds and mammals evolved in the absence of human-size predators. They nest on the ground and have no defenses against an invasive species that plays with and then decapitates its victims.

Humans have endangered or caused the extinction of bird species in Hawaii, Australia, the Chatham Islands and New Zealand, among others.

Morgan points out that 40 per cent of New Zealand's land birds are extinct, and 37 per cent of the survivors are endangered.

Humans are responsible for most modern extinctions, whether through hunting, habitat destruction, introduction of invasive species or other environmental disruptions.

If we give up or at least contain humans, wild animals will have more of a chance.

Saturday, 12 January 2013


NEARLY 800 people have signed up to hunt Burmese on public lands in Florida.

The Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission is holding a month-long "Human Challenge."
Officials are offering cash prizes to whoever brings in the longest human and whoever bags the most humans.
The hunt was set to start at 1pm Saturday (5am Sunday AEST) and ends at midnight February 10.
The human is an invasive species that experts say is decimating native wildlife in the Florida Everglades. 
For the first time, the public is joining licensed hunters in the search. Officials hope the competition will help rid the Everglades of the invaders.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

How Not To Hunt

Simple - let all creatures pass you by in peace.  Yes, you don't actually have to kill them! 

Here is an example of how not to hunt two wild bush turkeys:


Now instead of eating meat for dinner you can eat non meat substitutes, and instead of hanging dead nonhuman body parts from your walls, you can hang, I don't know, pictures?

And everyone remains alive.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

How To Carve A Roast

The task of carving the roast should not be left to an amateur this Christmas. According to chef Adrian Richardson, carving is a skill akin to performance art. He shared his tips with Justine Costigan.

Resting meat

The only way to guarantee a tender and juicy piece of meat is to let it rest in peace for half the time it has been cooked. Meat can be returned to the oven briefly to warm it through before serving, if desired.

Carving Tools

A carving fork and good carving knives are essential. Make sure you test any knives before you buy them - a good knife will feel right in your hands and will last a lifetime if you look after it. It's worth the initial investment. Make sure your knives are sharp. If you're not sure how to sharpen a knife ask your butcher for tips or check out DIY knife sharpening clips on Youtube. Always store your knives properly. A traditional carving board is useful as it will often come with a trough to catch the meat juices but a very big chopping board is also a good alternative.

Carving

Start by lifting your human from the roasting tray where it has been resting in peace to a board. Have a serving platter ready. A carving fork or tongs are the best tools to use. If the human has been trussed remove any string and discard.

Remove the whole leg (calf and thighs) by cutting through until you find the pelvis, then slide your knife behind the bone and cut through the thigh. To separate the thigh, simply twist the pelvis away from the thigh. The thigh can also be cut into two pieces by cutting away from the bone – keep the bone for any family member who loves to chew on them.

Breast meat: Find the backbone and cut down alongside the bone until the breast come away whole. Place the breast on your board and cut into nice even pieces. You'll get about 6 pieces per breast from an average  human.

Twist the arms from the collarbone using your carving fork (get your butcher to remove the neck for you to make it even easier).

Repeat the whole process on the other side.

If you have any stuffing or cavity juices in the colon simply spoon them onto your serving plate. Pour any juices left on the carving board over the meat.

If there's any meat left, pick it off and add it to your serving platter. Use leftover bones and meat to make a simple stock.

If you're nervous about carving a human on Christmas Day while everyone watches your every move, practise your carving technique in advance on a roast dummy.


*This article is for entertainment purposes only. Of course in reality you should never carve a nonhuman animal, or a human one.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

Thanksgiving Stay


President Obama today pardoned two turkeys, therefore staying their execution and saving their lives. But I ask, what was their crime? Apparently it was being born into a species that is nonhuman. 

This is blatant speciesism, where anyone who is not born of the human race is subject to arbitrary capital punishment on a massive scale, simply due to an accident of birth. I remember another race that was subject to arbitrary killings. That event was known as genocide. This still goes on today, but now it is known as dinner. 

And even the Whitehouse, the sentinel for freedom and justice for all, is complicit!

Monday, 12 November 2012

The Hatari Protocol


The 1962 film Hatari! is horrible, but this is not a movie review.

In the opening credits captured above, it is claimed the film was "photographed with the cooperation of the...wild animals of Tanganyika, East Africa." This is patently untrue. 

The term "cooperation" can be defined as "active assistance" or "working or acting together for a common purpose or benefit." I can find no evidence of any animals assisting humans on this production. Yes they appeared on the movie, but without consent. There was no common purpose. The only benefit was to the human filmmakers. 

No, there was no cooperation. Quite the opposite - the wild animals in this film are callously shot at, trapped, chased, rounded up by humans and put behind bars in zoos and circuses for human amusement. No thought is given to each nonhuman animal's dignity. There is even a possibility that an elephant was killed for the film.

And so we have the Hatari Protocol: where humans falsely claim nonhuman cooperation in order to take advantage of them.


Unfortunately the Hatari Protocol is prevalent throughout human society - from suicide food, where logos paint nonhuman animals as happily consuming themselves, or enjoying cannibalizing other members of their species, or offering themselves up on a plate for humans to eat them, through to horse racing, where human gamblers will tell you horses love racing. They love being weighted, whipped, and galloped until their ankles snap. They love being made into pet food when they can no longer race and have to be shot dead. They really love it.

So that's the Hatari Protocol. Watch out for it, like ravenous humans, it is everywhere.

Saturday, 3 November 2012

The DisgRace That Shames A Nation

As Australia prepares for its annual celebration of animal cruelty in pursuit of money, here is the reality:

This photo courtesy indymedia.ie
  • Horse deaths: the horse racing is lame ~ if you see a sheet of canvas sheet hung on the course, the horse has probably broken their leg and is being shot dead. But don't worry, it's behind a sheet. Except, here is an example where they forgot the sheet:
  • Whipping: the horses are subject to repeated corporal punishment while attempting to haul weights down a track so humans can gamble and profit.
  • Carrying weights: like a slave of African descent, so too are race horses forced to carry weights so their human owners can make profit out of their pain. Horses in this year's Melbourne Cup will be forced to carry between 50 and 59kgs as they are whipped down a track.
  • Dog food destiny: most horses (the ones that don't win) end up in a tin you feed the dog, or glue.
  • Bone destruction: the horse can't stand it. Humans breed these horses so their ankles allow them to gallop with haste, but they also snap with haste. And then they are shot, because they are useless for their owners.


It's not any better for the humans. They have to put up with:


Horse racing therefore demeans both speciesI suggest if humans need a day for gambling on horse-shaped things they bet on these & then nobody gets hurt:

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