WAV Comment – A ‘big man tosser’ of a US trophy hunter shoots an elephant in the head many times. Watch the video to see what a complete and utter wanker this bloke is – just like ALL hunters. So this is your way of ‘protecting’ wild animals is it ? – asshole !
A curious young elephant approaches an American trophy hunter—only to be shot in the head repeatedly and allowed to endure a prolonged, painful death.
As part of a breaking investigation, PETA has obtained footage of a Californian trophy hunter named Aaron Raby shooting an elephant in the head over and over again. The elephant falls to his knees and suffers in agony as Raby shoots him at least four more times over the next two minutes. How many shots were taken after the video stopped and how long the elephant suffered before finally dying is unknown.
Afterward, Raby mutilates the elephant’s corpse, cutting off his tail. He later pays tens of thousands of dollars to have the elephant’s body parts preserved for shipment to the U.S.
Every year, thousands of wild animals like this magnificent elephant are slaughtered by trophy hunters for the perverse pleasure they get out of it and so that those who make a living selling hunting trips and accessories can profit from the trade in body parts. These animals need your help now.
UPS continues to allow this cruel industry to exist by shipping trophy hunters’ gruesome souvenirs. Please watch the video and then urge UPS to stop shipping hunting trophies immediately!
Happy Rakhi, to our brothers and sisters in animal protection and to our animal brothers and sisters. Raksha Bandhan is an important holiday here in India celebrating protection of someone you love. It expresses the bondbetween brothers and sisters, whether related by blood, or by love. Thank you, because you have expressed the real meaning of Rakhi every time you’ve helped someone vulnerable, of any species, colour, age or kind.
Orlando’s unbearable neck pain is gone!
Whoever says animals can’t speak hasn’t met Orlando. His sorrowful cries told a group of strangers that he was in excruciating pain and needed help. His worrying eyes expressed his confusion when we brought him to the examination table. And his adoring smile announced as clear as a bell that he loved his care-giver, Dhapu. Meet Orlando, whose injuries were invisible, so he told us all about them.
Animals can speak. They say “I hurt.” They say “I feel better now.”
Abandoned and disabled: getting Pumba back on his feet.
This sweet boy was abandoned when his guardians no longer wanted him. He may have lost his ability to walk because he was not allowed to move around. He had no strength at all. We call him Pumba, and he is one of the most adorable individuals you’ll ever meet. Watch the beautiful efforts of staff and volunteers to get Pumba back on his feet.
If you’re in India, he is available for adoption to a loving family who promises never to chain him again, and to give this very social boy at least 2 hours every day to exercise and play with dog and human friends.
Time was running out for this very lady-like older street dog. An enormous and rapidly-growing abdominal tumor was within weeks –maybe days–of becoming fatal. Janvi’s abundant peacefulness is a deep part of her nature. The trust she gave tells of the kindness she’s received from her human neighbours who were so glad to welcome her back after surgery.
With help, even a big problem can disappear.Please donate
Baby Boy is the ambassador of the cow nation. Gentle as a kitten, he loves cuddles, kisses, and belly rubs! He was rescued in 2012 after his leg was run over and broken by a vehicle. His leg healed with time but it left him with a serious limp. When you come to Animal Aid he’ll be one of the first “people” you meet!
With your help we will give these sweethearts protection,
WAV Comment – click below to see all the amazing team who help and care so much for all the animals.
Celebrate the staff: Our Medical Team!
Every morning they gather to determine the strategy for handling special cases and the day’s particular challenges. Our paravets treat animals non-stop every day from 8 in the morning until midnight, and their expertise has saved thousands of animals. Thank you Mangilal, Shravan, Pradeep, Arjun, Ravi, Himmat, Raju, Bharat, Pavan, Dr Vaibhav, and Dr Anca.
Source Medium: tenderly By Christina M. RussoAfter being damaged in a surgery, I understand their plight even more. I do not have coronavirus.
But I have been living in isolation. For 633 days. In October 2018, I had an elective gynecological surgery called a laparoscopic myomectomy — a benign mass removed from my uterus. There was no indication that this operation was particularly complex or risky. The surgery was performed by the director of gynecology at one of the top hospitals in the world.
The average recovery time was two to six weeks. But from the moment I awoke in the recovery room, it was clear something had gone terribly wrong. And I have been living in acute, life-altering pain ever since. Before the surgery, I was an avid hiker. A runner. I worked at my family’s iconic fruit, vegetable and flower company, carrying heavy buckets of hydrangea or field-picked zinnia without a second thought. I was also a freelance journalist, and just weeks before my operation was the proud co-recipient of a National Press Club award for an exclusive story in the Guardian on the capture of wild elephants in Zimbabwe for Chinese zoos.
I had reported for years on animal cruelty, including stories on donkey abuse in Ethiopia; bear dancing in India; deadly swimming-with-dolphin programs in the Caribbean; and the mistreatment of horses in northern California. The award was profoundly meaningful and a photograph of me next to my co-writer of the story showed a beaming, vibrant woman at the apex of her career. And then it was over.
Post-surgery, I spent months in bed in agony. I called my doctors pleading for help. I could barely walk without crying. I could not urinate without gasping or having someone hold my hand. I could not carry a carton of orange juice. I could not drive. I could not work. All I could do was writhe in pain on the couch, because I could not climb the stairs to my bedroom. My surgeon placated me with hollow assurances that time would heal all things. Ten months after my surgery, I was still in physical torment. One summer day I decided I would hobble to the beach, 400 yards away. My sister took a photo of me coming home. Crawling. Friends and family tried to soothe me; my husband took an unpaid leave of absence from the fire department to care for me. I hired someone to make soup for me. I lost 25 pounds. I did acupuncture. I had nerve blocks. I meditated. Still, one of my physicians would not recommend additional pain medicine — and I was taking arguably some of the lowest dosages possible — because of my “heightened despair.” I went to the emergency room four times.
Finally — 15 months after surgery — one ER physician admitted me into the hospital, blatantly saying he hadn’t seen a patient in my level of pain in months. I was going mad. And then, I got mad. Not just for myself, but for those whose plight I had been exposing before my operation: the innumerable animals confined to their own physical and mental isolation and torment in zoos.
Someone once told me that when people go to zoos and aquariums they think they are seeing something extraordinary. But what they are really seeing is a slow death.
For some, this might seem like a frivolous point when people are dying from a virus that the world is trying to contain and eradicate. But for me, the caged animals represented not only a journalistic career, but, now, a personal kinship. When I was a child, my parents took me to a zoo on Cape Cod. The “main attraction” was a lone gorilla slumped against a wall in a thick glass cage. Visitors stared at the animal who was sitting on the floor next to a dirty car tire. They saw something foreign, and cartoonish and entertaining. They pointed their fingers and laughed. I grabbed my father’s hand and cried.
Decades later, I produced a documentary for public radio examining the ethics of American zoos. I conducted many interviews and visited zoos around the country. From a journalistic perspective it was clear that caging animals to serve as “conservation ambassadors” for the wild is a misguided, if not entirely bogus notion. If it were working, maybe we wouldn’t be in a global conservation crisis. After living almost entirely inside my home for 21 months, the images that have always haunted me are now turning into an unrivaled simpatico: A massive male elephant confined to an exhibit the size of my neighbor’s garage.
An official zoo training video that showed an elephant screaming as men beat and bloodied her into submission. A binturong in a tiny cage with a single bowl of water that was green with stagnant algae. A lone, sickly yak who was literally eating the inside of his wooden stall. A camel with legs covered in diarrhea. A pair of African white rhinos lying nose-to-nose in a barren enclosure, continents away from where they should have been. And at one zoo, supposedly one of the best in the country, I was led to a neon-lit basement where a stunning silverback gorilla had been living in isolation. For 10 years. One of the most disturbing images I’ve seen recently is a video, taken by elephant advocate Sharon Pincott of elephants in a zoo in Beijing, walking in circles in concrete, empty cages. In the video, they go round and round and round behind metal bars. And on the outside, noisy visitors clamor and gab.
I sent the video to elephant behaviorist Joyce Poole, who has been acting against the internment of elephants in zoos for decades and has seen what one would colloquially call, it all. But this video, she said, left her sobbing. What drives human beings to cage animals for entertainment? After years of reportage, I ultimately think it’s based on some cocktail of human hubris, a religiously-buoyed belief in our dominion, and even society’s, dare I say, over-reliance on science. For example, there’s the oft-repeated phrase that humans are the only species that knows it is going to die. Who came up with that one? Or that many animals don’t have a sense of self, or communicate in ways that are as sophisticated as us, because it has yet to be proven.
These kinds of refrains cement the idea that animals are lesser than. And allow humans en masse to do things to animals they would never do to each other. When it comes right down to it, though, the bottom line is that there are more people who don’t care about the welfare of animals than those who do.
After my surgery, I was at the mercy of my doctors to find the cause of my pain. Initially, I was sure they would do this with fervor. But they didn’t. So, day after day life was the same: Wake up, suffer, talk to doctors, go to sleep. Wake up, suffer, talk to doctors, go to sleep. Anguish, disbelief, and despair eclipsed my once purpose-filled life. And monotony, perhaps one of the most crushing and consuming kinds of agonies, set in. Imagine then, being an animal in a zoo.
What if you were in pain? What if you were lonely? What if you wanted to walk beyond the bars? Someone once told me that when people go to zoos and aquariums they think they are seeing something extraordinary. But what they are really seeing is a slow death. In real time. The coronavirus-spawned isolation is testing people in ways they’ve never been tested before, physically and mentally. And with this isolation, there is an opportunity to ponder.
So for the first time in many, many months, I’ve sharpened probably the last remnants of my journalistic pen to write this essay. The current fear, despair, mania, physical constraint and existential heartache will most likely be temporary for those who have the fortune to survive this virus. And you, dear reader, will have the great gift of being free of your quarantine, your confinement, and your cage.
But for so many magnificent animals, this new world is not novel. Or a dramatic medical measure. Or a safety lockdown. Or a fleeting moment. For animals at the zoo — or in any cage — this is something else. Something far, far more horrible.
For them, this is something that you, very briefly, called life.
Christina M. Russo is a freelance journalist, with a focus on animal issues. Published in National Geographic, the Guardian, YaleE360, Outside, Fashionista and others.tenderly is a vegan magazine, of the Medium family, that’s hopefully devoted to delicious plants, liberated animals, and leading a radical, sustainable, joyful life.
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Many nonvegans often tell us how they only buy from some kind of idyllic fantasy land of small local family farms where enslavement and killing are “done a respectful way.”
Why exactly does distance matter when an individual is murdered and enslaved?
Is it suddenly moral and ethical to slice the throat of someone when it is 10 miles away, but 100 miles is when it is too far and now you wouldn’t buy from them because they are immoral and unethical?
There’s no right way to do the wrong thing. Stop supporting this violence and abuse.
And I mean…Stop being a collaborator of the meat mafia yourself.
With their propaganda, they want you to believe their lie.
The meat mafia wants you to cooperate and help in their crimes against animals and people; with your consumption, you support thieves, crooks, mass murderers.
Stop keeping alive this fascist system of slavery, of mass destruction, be no longer the hangman’s right hand!
In addition to bullfighting,cockfighting is one of the embarrassments of the Spanish country, with the difference that the second is practically illegal.
They can only be associated with the peña, and the presence of veterinarians is not mandatory, although in fights where roosters use spurs on their legs to attack alongside their beaks, the wounds are common and about one in 10 dies in battle.
Las cockfights are still considered legal in the communities of Andalusia and the Canary Islands
The Telecinco program ‘Sálvame’has shown this afternoon images of Juan José Padilla, Morante de la Pueblaand Alberto López Simón in a cockfight held in June in Sanlúcar de Barrameda (Cádiz), which could constitute a punished crime with up to 18 months in prison.
AnimaNaturalis will take the case to court.
In the images that ‘Sálvame’ has shown this Tuesday, you can see the bullfighters how they witness these brutal cockfights from the stands. The act, supposedly, would have been held in June, the month in which Spain was still in a state of alarm due to the pandemic. In addition, there are images in which you can see the bullfighters delivering an award with a minor, who has a mask in hand.
No one else in the photo is wearing a mask.
The police have asked the program management for all the evidence, data, photos, and videos to intervene, according to Kiko Hernándezduring the program.
The horde cannot wait to circle the victims, as the rules of a brutal tradition require. The knives are carefully sharpened because death with sharp blades can work even more precisely in the service of this bloody tradition.
The victim, alone, as always, alone against the religious mob and its knives, alone, can do nothing but surrender because every resistance exacerbates his agony.
Alone, anonymously, will soon lie on the roadside as a waste product of human madness, brutally murdered on behalf of a god, for whom animals only fulfill the function of the victim.
It is a planned, announced, and approved crime that is waiting for these victims.
It is a legal brutal murder and is therefore also called tradition.
We are talking about the religious bloodbath Eid al-Adha, the first day of the sacrificial festival this year is July 31st. The celebrations begin on the evening before and end on August 3, 2020.
The massacre will end tomorrow.
Ultimately, the animals are not killed by the sharp knife of religious executioners but of the madness of those who have given them the right to massacre animals in the name of a god, cheaply copied from criminal Christianity.
But also by the complicity of a society that makes this murder possible because it is still breastfeeding in blind faith, lives on empty myths, and remains silent.
We know that this society is no worse and no more hostile to animals than our perpetrator society.
No religion in the world, neither Islam nor Christianity grants animals a right to life, not even respect, none recognizes them as equal individuals in society.
The question is: Does it relieve Islam of its crimes against animals because it also occurs in Christianity? relieves a criminal that other people are criminals too?
We have not given up hope that this society, like any society, will one day remember with horror and shame its crimes of the past, all these brutal traditions of all kinds, which from beginning to end only celebrate violence and atrocities against defenseless animals.
And we will not wait any longer, we will fight against it with all our strength, for an end to every religious massacre in the world.
From the simple fact that we cannot stand injustice, ditto hypocrisy.
Especially if both are practiced in religious dimensions. For us, it is a crime when mass murderers are promoted as guardians of tradition, and with the outrageous justification of religious freedom.
Tomorrow is always too late when we consider that the murder of the innocent is at stake.
And Eid al-Adha is nothing more than that: a murder –
Now that Peta have taken this up, hopefully we will see some action.
There is a petition to the Irish Minister regarding the exports to Libya – we hope you can sign and pass on to all your contacts.
Update 2/8/20: Irish cattle to Libya – take action and send message to the Irish Minister.
Right now, about 2,000 bulls are being shipped from Ireland to Libya on a harrowing nine-day journey. When they arrive, they’ll endure slaughter so gruesome it would be illegal in their home country.
This misery must end. Let’s join forces to stop the cruel live-export industry:
During live export, frightened animals are forced onto crowded lorries or ships and transported for days or even weeks to foreign abattoirs.
When they reach these facilities, they’re often killed in gruesome ways that would be illegal in their home country.
In 2019, over 200,000 cows were forced to make the long, harrowing journey from Ireland to continental Europe, sometimes in temperatures of up to 41.5 degrees. Close to 8,000 more were sent on even longer, tortuous journeys to destinations with vastly different or non-existent animal welfare laws, including Kazakhstan, Libya, and Turkey. This figure has increased by over 50% in 2020.
New film The End of Medicine—created by award-winning British filmmaker Alex Lockwood and What the Health co-director Keegan Kuhn—aims to spotlight the role of animal agriculture in the rise of zoonotic diseases such as COVID-19.
Vegan actors and couple Joaquin Phoenix and Rooney Mara have signed on as executive producers of new vegan documentary The End of Medicine. The new documentary, which began filming pre-COVID-19 in October 2019, is directed by Alex Lockwood (the award-winning British director behind 73 Cows and Test Subjects) and is produced by Keegan Kuhn (co-director of vegan documentaries What the Health and Cowspiracy).
Through poignant interviews with world-renowned scientists, The End of Medicine aims to expose the culpability of the animal agriculture in creating massive public health threats such as antibiotic resistance, swine and bird flu, food-borne illness, MRSA, and, the current pandemic COVID-19, which is thought to have started at a wet animal market in Wuhan, China late last year.
“We hope that The End of Medicine is an eye-opening call to action and ignites a spark of willingness to change our habits. The science is irrefutable,” Phoenix and Mara said in a joint statement. “Modern animal agriculture will continue to make us sick if we don’t radically change our patterns of consumption.”
The feature-length documentary is expected to wrap production by the end of 2020.
WAV Comment – In the distant past (centuries ago) in London; the baiting of bears and bulls was commonplace. We grew up and disposed of it because of the cruelty involved; we did not call it ‘tradition’ or any other crap like you get from these hunters or the Spanish bullfighters. It is now 2020 and people wont accept the cruelty – so move; preferably to another planet.
French government risks paying huge fines if it bows to pressure from hunting lobby
The move was welcomed by campaigners who have described the practice as “barbaric” and who urged the French government not to bow to pressure from the powerful hunting lobby.
Hunters argue the method of trapping the birds, known as chasse à la glu, is a centuries-old rural tradition and say they are being persecuted.
Using glue sticks to catch birds has been outlawed in Europe since the 1979 Bird Directive, except in specific circumstances where the practice is “controlled, selective and in limited quantities”. Since 1989, France has invoked these circumstances to permit glue-trapping in five south-east departments on the grounds that it is “traditional”.
The French Bird Protection League (LPO) produced evidence from hidden cameras to prove that the practice is not selective and poses a threat to endangered species, which persuaded the European commission to act.
France, one of the last European countries to authorise hunting birds with glue, has been given until October to definitively outlaw the practice.
At a meeting with hunters last week Barbara Pompili, the newly appointed minister for ecological transition, told them the chasse à la glu must end by October.
“This is a final warning from the European commission. France cannot be the last country that allows the trapping and barbaric torture of birds. This hunting is non selective and cruel,” said Yves Verilhac, the director of the LPO.
“The hunting lobby is blaming the new minister because she’s a woman and an ecologist, but all she is doing is not signing any opt-outs to the directive this year under threat from the European commission.”
The LPO estimates 40,000 birds are caught using glue sticks by 5,000 hunters every year. The hunters are allowed to catch four types of thrush and one of blackbird, but secretly filmed video shown to the Guardian last yearshowed robins, blue tits, warblers and finches struggling and dying on glue-sticks or being pulled off and discarded like litter. Last year, LPO activists found a dead kestrel, its wings gummed with glue.
Willy Schraen, the president of the Hunting Federation, said he was in “complete disagreement” with the government’s decision to follow the directive and warned hunters would take legal action.
“I hope the minister will not listen to the sirens in Brussels and will remain true to what France, with its traditions and strong values, represents. This is a very ancient way of capturing birds,” Schraen told FranceInfo.
He added: “I don’t think it’s barbaric. I don’t think those who practise this chasse à la glu are thugs. They are people with strong values who are happy to catch a few birds. Why is this a problem? The real question is … why is the head of environment in Europe wasting time persecuting a few Gaulois?”
“We will legally defend glue-trapping because it is a symbol [of our culture].”
Verilhac has urged the government not to give in. “If they do, the French people will find themselves paying millions in fines for the sake of 5,000 hunters,” he said.
“The hunters paint this idyllic picture of country folk living off the land with their traditions, but these hunters aren’t rural people. Most of them turn up in expensive 4×4 vehicles from the city.”
Verilhac added: “Besides, not all traditions should be defended. Hunting with glue sticks is an abomination.”
Las cockfights are still considered legal in the communities of Andalusia and the Canary Islands
World Animals Voice 