links for 2007-06-30
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An amusing video shot in a farmer’s market to Dead Prez’s vegan anthem.
Thanks to Chris for pointing out this puff piece on Republican presidential candidate Mitt Romney. In it, it describes Romney packing up the family for a summer trip:
Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family’s hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon’s roof rack. He’d built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.
I echo Chris’ sentiment of “WTF?” Who the heck puts their dog on the roof of their car? And we’re supposed to be all “Wow, he’s so caring about his dog!” when he builds a windshield for the carrier?
Here’s some news for Romney: dude, your dog isn’t a piece of luggage. If the family were to get into a car accident, the dog wouldn’t stand a chance. At least inside the car he has the protection of the vehicle’s frame. What if the carrier came loose and fell off the car? Again, the dog has no chance.
This is just another example of “animals as property” that so pervades our lives. To Romney, the family dog isn’t worth space in the car. Having him dangerously perched on the roof as they fly down the roads at 65mph is a risk that’s reasonable to him. Would he consider that same risk with his kids? Of course not.
Want another example of how Seamus gets treated as property? OK.
A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who’d been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.
As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.
Animals rarely get much respect from the oval office. Sure, President Bush’s dog Barney gets a nicer home page than most people have, but he’s also used to create stupid White House promotional videos. Then, of course, there’s the debacle that is the presidential turkey pardon at Thanksgiving. But if Romney were to become president, Seamus would be the worst-treated First Dog since Warren G. Harding’s lab named Seat Cushion. (That last sentence was said in a manner imitating Jon Stewart. Imagine me looking coyly at the camera.)
How you treat animals is usually a good indicator of how you treat people. Perhaps we should keep that in mind when looking at presidential candidates.
I know, I know, it’s low-hanging fruit to take shots at Rachael Ray, but she keeps coming up in daily conversation and I’ve gotta get this out of my system. I wish Isa would just challenge her to a boxing match or something.
No more “x reasons I…” or “y ways to…” posts this week. I promise.
I know one Joshua Hooten that loves when magazines list the “x Ways to ____” teasers on their front cover, so Josh, this one’s for you.
You’re vegan. Awesome. But are you the most kick-ass vegan you could be? Are you pretty kick-ass, but looking for ways to increase your ass-kickitude? Try these ideas on for size.
When I was in Portland last month, I attended a really great gathering of activists from different causes to discuss burnout and infighting. I walked away from that not only more inspired than I’d ever been, but wishing that I could go to something like that every month. Keeping the dialogue active is essential to keeping ourselves excited and motivated.
I found out today that a local thrift store that benefits the homeless needs dryer sheets. Why? The store cleans up clothes and gives them to homeless men and women going on job interviews and, thus, needs dryer sheets. What a perfect way to get rid of those old animal tallow-filled beasts I have sitting down by the dryer! Look up a local shelter and see whether they’d be able to use your leftover cleaning supplies and then never look back.
an animal carrier that could hold a cat or small dog, a very simple leash that can easily be placed around an animal’s head, a card with the numbers of local animal control, rescue organizations, and shelters, pull-tab cans of cat and dog food, a towel, and print-outs of what to do when you find birds, possums, turtles, owls, and other animals.
A few weeks ago, I was sitting out near the man-made lake by the building where I work. The lake is home to a number of extremely large koi, large enough to swallow your small child whole. This particular day was “Bring Your Daughter to Work Day” and a father was walking along the lake with his daughter (who was not eaten by the fish) and a co-worker. The man pointed out the koi to his daughter.
“See those really large fish? They get that big because they don’t let people fish in this lake. So the fish just eat and eat and eat because there’s no one there to catch them.”
I was a little taken aback by this. The tone he said this in wasn’t one of, “See how happy fish are when you aren’t screwing with them?” It was more of, “Fish need us to catch them and eat them so they don’t get so huge.”
This sense of entitlement is pervasive among omnivores defending their meat eating. From the brutish “If we’re able to kill them, we should be able to eat them” to the awfully assuming “God put them here for us” to the it-stopped-being-clever-when-it-became-a-bumper-sticker “God wouldn’t have made animals so tasty if He didn’t want us to eat them,” the underlying theme is that it’s our right as The Mighty Humans to eat what we want, when we want. We see it when there’s a backlash against a foie gras ban when restaurants that fight against these bans are looked at as freedom fighting heroes rather than purveyors of the most obvious of cruelties. It’s a very different case from being entitled to use animals because we need them to live: we don’t. We just want to eat what we think is exotic or what tastes good.
I think that feelings of entitlement are also behind the “they need us to [hunt/milk/catch] them or else they’ll [overpopulate/burst/get huge]” arguments that frequently come up. In a sense, those arguments are saying, “We’re doing them a favor, so we should be able to eat them.”
I wanted to say to that guy, “Trust me. Fish definitely don’t need us to catch them. Just like cows don’t need to be milked and deer don’t need to be sniped.” Alas, I think my comment would have fallen on deaf ears. And it might have gotten me thrown in the lake.
If you’re actually visiting the site and not seeing this in an RSS reader, you’ll notice that the look and feel of the site has changed again. I was never totally pleased with the earlier version and when I came across this theme yesterday, I decided it was finally time to switch it over. Ideally, I would have designed my own, but with how tight time is these days, I figured it’s better to devote attention to content rather than the appearance. So, I’ll be using this theme for the foreseeable future and making small tweaks to it over time.
Let me know if you stumble into anything that looks really awkward or goofy.