Bill Maher Speaks Out Against University of Wisconsin--Madison Cat Lab Cruelty.
Published on Oct 8, 2013Comedian and host of HBO's Real Time Bill Maher speaks out in defense of cats who are mutilated, deafened, starved, and eventually killed in cruel brain experiments at the University of Wisconsin--Madison. Learn more and take action at PETA.org/UWCats.
First thing I have to say is the whole drone thing is so super scary I can't help but be against it. I really don't like the idea of things flying over me at any moment seeing and knowing my every movement.... BUT! I know they are out there and at least on this occasion they are being used for something very good.
Video is from Animal Liberation.
Full story here.
Please watch this!
From 20 to 57 seconds. If this is not animal abuse I don't know what is. This is wrong! Just wrong!
Have a look at Fish in Pain on Wiki and see what you think. There are other resources and info out there to find. This is just the first one I went to.
One thing about it... I don't think a fish would be looking forward to this experience. It couldn't be good for them or the environment.
I cried all the way to the end of this story. To the person that gave this sweet and lovely dog a chance of a truly loving and wonderful place to live out her days.... I would love to hug you and thank you!
An Open Letter to the Person Who Left This Sweet Dog at the Kill Shelter
You don't know me, and for your sake, you'd best hope and pray that you never have the misfortune to meet me.
How do I know who you are? Because the people at Animal Control gave me Cocoa's intake sheet. You know, the one you filled out. The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you'd had her all those years. The one that said you were moving to a pet-free apartment and couldn't take your faithful companion of 12 years. You know, the one that you said was a "sweet old girl -- a wonderful companion." The one that said you had limited funds.
Here's the thing. I'm deciding not to print your name here but you know who you are. I could call you a number of other names, none of which you'd like very much. When I saw Cocoa's picture on the Animal Control website -- when I saw that grey muzzle and read the description stating that her people of 12 years, her family, had surrendered her to the pound -- it broke my heart.
I once had a dog that was so ornery she got in trouble for biting a kid on the butt because he'd been tugging her ears. When the city quarantined my dog for 48 hours, I was fully prepared to leave my home, leave school, leave everything in the dead of night, everything except my dog. I was going to Thelma and Louise our asses right out of town. I wasn't playing. Because that's how I roll. No dog left behind.
So when I saw that picture of Cocoa, I just couldn't understand why someone would dump a family member. And my empathy for that dog consumed me, until I made yet another rash decision and I rushed to the pound to adopt her.
Act in haste, repent in leisure. That's my motto.
When I got Cocoa, I had pink eye and a sinus infection. I was so sick, but I went and got her anyway, because I was worried that dog was terrified and that she was going to be euthanized. I was worried she was alone and scared, looking everywhere for her family. I couldn't stand the thought of it -- and she wasn't even my dog.
It took me two days of antibiotics before I finally realized why Cocoa might have been dumped at the pound. Something tells me Cocoa didn't become highly incontinent over the course of the week between you dumping her at the pound and me bringing her home.
It took us a few weeks, but we finally got the right dosage of meds to keep the incontinence mostly in check. I was happy, Cocoa was happy, and the house was clean again.
But that didn't last long. Just a few weeks after I got her, she came down with acute pancreatitis. That meant she needed antibiotics and special food, food that cost me $2.25 per can, and she could easily eat two cans in a day. But that wasn't even the worst part of that office visit. You probably know what I'm going to say next, right? About the tumors?
They couldn't be sure whether the tumors were causing the pancreatitis, so we decided the "wait and see" plan was the best course of action.
And I became more and more convinced that you had abandoned your family member because you knew she was sick. You knew she had cancer, and you couldn't afford to treat her or to help her. What upset me so much is that you couldn't be bothered to drive the extra 20 minutes to take her to the Humane Society, a no-kill shelter. Or to even take her to your own vet and have her humanely euthanized with you there to comfort her.
So every few weeks I had to go buy expensive food for Cocoa, the family member you dumped at the pound. The dog that you abandoned. And every few weeks I would buy her "old lady pee pills." I found that XL toddler pull-ups worked the best, once I cut a hole in the back for her tail.
And we waited.
In the meantime, Cocoa went to the mountains. She fell over the side of a small mountain, she saw deer. She had so much fun. She would get frisky and try to play with my other dogs right after they ate. It happened every night. She was so cute. My boys loved her and accepted her, like they accept every sad story that comes home with me. They would even let her have the hammock bed every night if she wanted it.
On Sunday mornings I would sometimes let all the dogs come climb into bed with me for a while. Cocoa really liked those mornings. She liked to be included. Sometimes I'd have all three dogs and two cats up there. She loved it.
But all the while, those tumors were still there. And surgery wasn't an option.
This week Cocoa's belly started swelling. I kept waiting for it to subside but it didn't. Yesterday we went in for X-rays and found that the masses were too big, her belly too full of fluid to even see her organs. We could try diuretics to remove the fluid, but that was just a Band-Aid. This wasn't going away. And I didn't want Cocoa's last days to be filled with consternation over having accidents in the house again. You see, that's the difference between us. I worried about how Cocoa felt. I could look in her eyes and see the stress when she had accidents.
So we didn't do the meds. I brought her home and figured I'd give her a few last good weeks. I would spoil her and make her feel like the Grand Dame she was.
But it didn't turn out that way. Turns out today was Cocoa's last day.
Here's the thing, though. Instead of dying on a cold floor in a cold building with people who may or may not give a damn how her end happened, she died in my arms. I held your dog's head in my arms and I whispered in her ear while she slipped away. I told her what a pretty girl she was. I told her how much I loved her as I stroked that spot just above her eye.
I made sure she knew she was loved. I made sure that my face was the last face she saw, that my voice was the last voice she heard.
You might wonder why I'm telling you all this. You might wonder if I just wanted you to know that Cocoa was okay.
I'd like to disabuse you of that notion. I'm writing this letter to let you know just what a piece of shi*t I think you are. If you ever do read this letter, know that I, along with my many animal-loving friends all over this world, think you are the lowest of the low. You don't take a 12-year-old dog, a "sweet old girl -- a wonderful companion," and dump her at a high-kill shelter. You didn't even give her a good chance.
She got lucky the day that I saw her picture because let me tell you, my animals want for nothing.
And to all the people reading this who "knew" Cocoa Loco, all of her friends around the world, here's where the story ends.
In laboratories across the United States, millions of animals are suffering in horrible ways—and you're paying for it. On the taxpayers' dime, animals in laboratories are routinely mutilated, poisoned, deprived of food and water, forcibly immobilized in restraint devices, infected with painful and deadly diseases, burned, decompressed, electrocuted, irradiated, shot, addicted to drugs, and psychologically tortured.
In 2010 alone, universities, colleges, hospitals, and other institutions received approximately $12 billion for projects involving cruel experiments on animals. Public funds have recently been squandered on the following inhumane studies:
Please help PETA end this cruelty by using the form below to contact your representative and senators in Congress. Respectfully urge them to divert public money from cruel animal experiments into promising, lifesaving, and relevant clinical and non-animal research.
Just another reason not to eat meat.
Dogs Teach Us The Power of Forgiveness.
Read more at http://www.dogheirs.com/billfoundation/posts/4024-dogs-teach-us-the-power-of-forgiveness#KWbMSEXzXLzUBQme.99
This one is... disturbing, sick, torture, cruel... None of those words are effective enough to describe what is happening to these animals. I am beyond tears watching this and can't breath. But these beautiful animals that are clean and smart live their short lives (about 5 months) this way. I don't even know what else to say except this is something that I will not be a part of. Life is precious...
For more information check here...
Mercy For Animals
The following video is graphic but true and happing every day. Would you want this life? Would you want your pet cat or dog to have this life? It's disturbing but please watch. We need to know where our food comes from. It's better to make an informed decision. This is information...
I'm still learning...
I'm not here to preach and even though I have gone vegetarian I still want to know where food comes from and how it gets to where it's going...
Controlled atmosphere killing (CAK) or controlled atmosphere stunning (CAS) is a method for slaughtering animals such as chickens by placing the animals in a container in which the atmosphere lacks oxygen and consists of an asphyxiant gas (one or more of argon, nitrogen or carbon dioxide), causing the animals to lose consciousness. Argon and nitrogen are important components of a gassing process which seem to cause no pain, and for this reason many consider it more humane than other methods of killing.
Controlled atmosphere stunning has been used both within processing plants and on-farm for euthanizing poultry. Anoxia in broiler chickens generated through argon or a mixture of argon and carbon dioxide or hypercapnic hypoxia seems can be used under commercial conditions. Meat tenderness and drip losses improve. The blood spots, especially those on the thighs and breasts caused by electrical stunning and hanging, disappear altogether.
Portable units are available for the on-farm slaughter of livestock. One portable unit type that costs US$2,500 can be pushed down the aisles of a barn, with 200–250 chickens per load being placed inside a CO2 enriched chamber. Chickens are unconscious within 30 seconds of being in the chamber.
Similar types of unit using nitrogen and/or argon are available for euthanasia of laboratory rodents such as Guinea pigs, although this method is considered ineffective in young or neonates.
Studies show that diving animals such as mink, and burrowing animals such as rodents and rats are sensitive to low-oxygen atmospheres and (unlike humans) will avoid them. For this reason, the use of inert gas hypoxic atmospheres for euthanasia is very species-specific.
The Case for Controlled-Atmosphere Killing
PETA PUSHES U.S. FAST-FOOD, GROCERY, AND POULTRY INDUSTRIES TO ADOPT LESS CRUEL, MORE PROFITABLE METHOD OF CHICKEN AND TURKEY SLAUGHTER
You may find the following video disturbing... This is what's really happening to millions of chickens and CAK is a walk in the park compared to other methods. I still won't be eating ANY chicken... EVER!
It's hard to watch and believe... If you don't see you won't know.
Is ignorance bliss?
Video source PETA
How Different Animals Live
We are all living breathing feeling creatures. We ALL have rights! We need to speak for ALL of those that can't!
Look for the Bunny when buying products! If you don't see the Bunny DON'T spend the money!
There are so many better alternatives!