Day: April 5, 2021

USA: Lawsuits pile up over endangered species decisions made by Trump administration.

PHOTO: In this 2014, file photo, a monarch butterfly, an iconic pollinator species, alights on a plant.

Lawsuits pile up over endangered species decisions made by Trump administration

Ten species have been left in “regulatory purgatory,” according to the lawsuit.

ByJulia Jacobo

The Biden administration is continuing to field lawsuits filed over Endangered Species Act decisions made by the Trump administration.

The Center for Biological Diversity sued the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Thursday over its failure to provide protections under the Endangered Species Act for 10 species “it admitted needed them,” according to the organization.

MORE: Fate of monarch butterfly still hangs in the balance after endangered species decision

Among the species are the monarch butterfly, which in December the Trump administration decided that adding it to the list of threatened species was “warranted but precluded.” This meant that while the monarch butterfly became a candidate for listing as an endangered species, it was not yet listed as the agency prioritizes other candidates.

The monarch butterfly was added to the International Union for Conservation of Nature’s Red List of Threatened Species in 2014 after it was determined that 90% of its population had declined from its original levels. While millions of the butterflies spent winters in the coastal groves of California in the 1980s, just 30,000 were counted in 2019.

The iconic butterfly’s numbers have drastically diminished.due to increased use of farm herbicides, climate change and the destruction of milkweed plants, which is what monarch caterpillars eat and where monarch butterflies lay their eggs.

MORE: Government refusal to protect wolverines sparks lawsuit from conservation groups

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Germany: A.L.F renovated shooting range!

Animal rights activists ”are committed to the latest arson attack (Translation of the old article from the “Naturally Hunting” blog.
To avoid misunderstandings: All translated wording comes from the author of this article, which is in the link, below)

Photo: Thomas Hohendahl

After a cowardly arson attack on a shooting range in Lower Saxony (we reported) there is a letter of confession.
Again the sender is the “Animal Liberation Front” (ALF).

The spelling and style match the letters confessing responsibility after arson attacks on sleeping facilities in Hildesheim (we reported) and Göttingen.
The subject of the letter is hard to beat in audacity and arrogance.

The self-proclaimed “animal rights activists” headlines: A.L.F renovated shooting range “.
Again, the criminals do not shy away from personal threats and advise the association “to continue operating the shooting range if there is interest in renovations in the private sector”.

Photo: Thomas Hohendahl

To the background:
During the night from Friday to Saturday (in May 2016), several perpetrators left a trail of devastation on the shooting range in Banteln (Lower Saxony)

The 100-meter run was completely destroyed by incendiary devices, and the technology on the “running wedge” shooting range also has to be completely renewed.
In addition, the perpetrators glued locks destroyed a lawnmower, and clogged the chimney with construction foam.
The damage is estimated at a good 150,000 euros.

The club intends to resume regular operations in mid-June. Not only hunters from the area train at the shooting range, special police units (SEK and MEK) also practice there regularly.

Photo: Thomas Hohendahl

You can read the letter of confession from A.L.F, which can hardly be surpassed in audacity and complacency, below:

“alf renovated shooting range

after visiting two training facilities in Hildesheim and göttingen in the past few months, we renovated the shooting range on the oberg in banteln (Lower Saxony) free of charge during the night from friday to saturday.
after all, the hunters should be able to really feel at home with practice shooting on the following saturday.

We advise the operating club to continue operating the shooting range if there is interest in renovations in the private sector.

After observing the property in need of renovation for several weeks, we could finally get started.
We hope that glued locks, a lawn tractor that has been converted to a foot drive, and the use of the shooting lanes as a campfire were able to give the hunters a warm welcome so that they can spend an eventful day on this beautiful shooting range with friends and acquaintances (the club’s website). were able to practice real driven hunt situations and prepare perfectly for the hunting season ”(the club’s website).

Excursus: driven hunt

driven hunt is a great activity for anyone who finds it entertaining to drive hundreds of individuals into a corner with the help of so-called hunting dogs and then to murder them.
in addition to the hundreds of deaths, it is also an exciting event for the survivors.

Finally, the own reference group is clearer again and the orphaned children are also happy that they are finally on their own.

At this point, a big thank you, from us to you, for all your efforts! and please be careful not to blow each other over.
we would be really very sad if we couldn’t continue to support you with this great fun.

we will continue to look after the members of the club closely if the shooting range should continue to operate.
because we, too, would like to continue to practice hunting individuals so that the next real murder goes as planned, regardless of the senseless and unacceptable motivation

weidmanns heil (common greeting among German hunters)

your alf-“

driven hunt-Germany

And I mean…It is interesting that the shooting range is used not only by several hunters in the region but also by various police units.

According to the chairman of the association, Thomas Hohendahl, “all members and users of the shooting range are particularly shocked because the association “Schießstand Oberg” is very socially committed and repeatedly supports variously charitable (!!!) projects in the region”.

So far, however, there has been no suspicion of who might have committed the act, and the activists remain, luckily, unknown to this day.

Although the association offered a reward of 5000 euros for “useful information”.
Obviously, the association is not so popular as its chairman Hohendahl thought, otherwise the many denouncers in the village would have done a “charitable act”- because of such a reward- and would have whistled the activists.

A big Thank you, alf!

My best regards to all, Venus

USA: “I Remember Their Eyelashes”: Why I Chose to Stop Consuming Dairy.

With thanks to Stacey at ‘Our Compass’ as always.  Regards Mark.

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“I Remember Their Eyelashes”: Why I Chose to Stop Consuming Dairy

By Natalie Blanton

Natalie Blanton, Author at Sentient Media

I remember their eyelashes. Big, dark, doe-eyes, encased by long, wispy, soft, curled lashes on their innocent black and white bovine faces. Newborn calves were kept in a teeny, tiny individual fenced-in pen alone. As a young child, I was fascinated by these baby creatures. I thought it was quaint that they had their own little space, their very own tiny house with a front yard.  

I grew up in rural Utah and had friends who lived on idyllic “dairy farms,” you know, the kind found beaming across every carton of milk. Sure, I knew cows lived there and I knew “milk” and  “cheese” came from them. However, the exact mechanics of ​how​ eluded me. As I matured, and after enough games of hide-and-go-seek among these rows of sheds housing tiny young calves,  I started to piece together a more sinister cycle taking place. It was a gradual tugging on threads of understanding, an unraveling of a dark truth behind those happy cows on those happy milk cartons.   

As the winter melted away and spring emerged, new baby cows could be found hobbling about the farms. Taking their first steps only moments after being born, under the guidance of their mothers. My excitement turned sour as I got older and began to notice spiked nose rings piercing through these day-old calves. Hungry for their mother’s milk, the spikes stabbed her udders, leaving them unable to feed and bond. A human-induced rift, a divide, a playing of God,  separating a mother from her child. After a few days of this process, the calves were stripped from their mothers entirely. I will never forget the screams from the distressed, grieving mothers, and the cries from the terrified babies in response, now held across the farm, shackled to what I began to understand as “veal crates,” though I didn’t know yet what “veal” meant.  

In my early teen years, I became a Rodeo Queen. A rural rite of passage for gritty, yet glamorous young cowgirls. Among other royal responsibilities of a newly minted Rodeo Queen, I was tasked with judging 4H cattle at the annual county fair. I watched in awe as pre-teen kids paraded their beloved animal across the arena, radiating with pride, no doubt a genuine connection between the two. They adoringly hugged their animals, naming them endearing pet names like “Daisy” or “Buddy,” only to be auctioned off later in the night, at the going rate, pound for pound of their flesh. I then watched as these same children, while loading their pets onto the slaughter truck, broke down in sobs, viscerally connecting the dots between their beloved animal and the agriculture industry. After learning of the profound bond that can come from raising and coexisting so closely with another mammal, I met the dark underbelly of animal husbandry as we now practice it in this late capitalist system. I had to ask why these cows, with  their soft, brown and black fur without spots, were the “meat cows” sent for slaughter at such a  tender age—while the Holsteins, the ones with the Black and White iconic spots, those found on  those quaint dairy farms I spent so many hours exploring, were allowed to live and have offspring and a herd to grow and play with. I asked a nearby rancher there at the fair, and he scoffed saying, “Spots or not, they all end up at a feedlot.” 

The final straw in my relationship with dairy was when I was in my later teen years, and I was helping round up some of my friends’ cattle herd at the end of the grazing season. I saw a mysterious contraption in their barn that looked like some medieval torture device—little did I realize, that is exactly what that was—known within the industry as the “rape rack.” Bold of the dairy industry to acknowledge a machine for exactly what it was. All of these moments culminated right then and there, when I, a recent survivor of sexual assault myself, found that this industry was systematically and repeatedly normalizing the raping of these innocent creatures, all in the name of profit. I thought, Please. Someone. Make this make sense. 

The sexual division, male vs female Holsteins experience is upsetting, to say the least. It was always the male calves, who had no value in the dairy industry, were often kept in tiny veal crates, only to be sent to slaughter at barely a few weeks old, while the females were allowed to grow up—only to meet the same fate as their mothers: kept perpetually pregnant, in repeated distress from losing their children, only to be raped again—enduring this brutal cycle, repeatedly. I find it reminiscent of a dystopian sci-fi novel, or perhaps even The Handmaid’s Tale? But because they are animals and not humans, I was certainly being very dramatic now, wasn’t I? 

The pit forming in my stomach was almost fully grown, this pit of truth, knowing that what had happened to me, was not okay—and should never happen to anyone, ever. As a woman, and a budding feminist, I was learning the urgency and vitality of bodily autonomy, and consent. I couldn’t compute that this industry wholly revolves around the commodification and exploitation of a mammal’s reproductive system. Because, lest we forget, we are merely mammals ourselves. 

These vignettes in my memories are not the norm. These illustrations of Old MacDonald’s loving barnyard have been bought and sold, by Big Agriculture, since the industrial revolution. These scenes of black and white cows, leisurely grazing green pastures are a product of propaganda. And the current dairy system likens much more to a full-metal apocalyptic factory farm (industrial milking carousels). If such a place as these dairy farms still exist, they are more than likely not the source of the cow’s milk ending up in your cup. These images are tales of make-believe, and one that I fear we chose to envision to self-congratulate, or self-soothe, and absolve us of feeling the dread that factory farming imagery can bring to us—if we were only able to open our eyes. 

Industrial animal agriculture is a corrupt, abusive, exploitative system that wastes all lives, human, animal, and planet alike. Now, as an intersectional feminist, I can’t help but ask why not extend the tenets of reproductive justice across all spectrums of race, class, ethnicity, gender, ability, religion, creed, and dare I say, species. As a woman, I cannot ignore the inextricable ties to reproductive labor that is inherent in the dairy industry. And what angers me the most? Is that people continue to romanticize and idealize this relationship we have with “dairy cows.” Dairy is often the last dietary frontier. Dairy products are often a person’s last culinary holdout, but this is simply people fooling themselves into thinking that we have this gentle, reciprocal, loving “animal husbandry” relationship with the animals that are forced to produce the raw product—this misguided idea that cows naturally and endlessly lactate, continuously producing this magic “essential” fluid just for us, and all they need is for humans to tease that milk out of their udders, or else they may explode. Wrong! All mammals lactate for the same reason, for their offspring, not for anyone else. 

I fully acknowledge the damaging comparisons that have been made in earlier vegan feminist discourse, that likens these systems and structures to the abuse and disempowerment that is enacted upon female bodies. Mainstream feminism often centers and uplifts cis-gender white women and those with reproductive potential. I hope that we are collectively moving toward feminism that centers and celebrates equality for every woman. I dream of a world where mainstream feminist discourse does not exclude non-human animals. I am not at all attempting to compare the experience of women, Trans or femmes, to that of farmed animals—but what I am saying is all beings deserve respect and dignity. And these sacred bonds of fertility, conception, birthing, and lactation are what make us incredible beings, human or otherwise. I hope we can identify and celebrate these parallels across species, the immaculate ability to produce life. The most basic of bonds we create with our newborn infants are no different than a mother cow and her calf. The desire to protect, feed, and sacrifice, for our young and family ties. Expanding feminism to include non-human animals isn’t degrading our feminist movement, rather, I argue, it’s what’s required for the sake of compassion, empathy, and a more just future, for all. 

The ditch dairy argument is a tough concept to swallow, I should know. I held on, eating cheese and yogurt for years before finally ditching dairy. I too was heard saying, “I just cannot live without cheese.” To my defense, cheese sets off the same dopamine receptors as cocaine in human brains. Alas, we are but addicted lab rats (in a capitalist maze, one designed not to make us healthier, but the exact opposite). But, what I wish people would learn to recognize is that dairy is the reason so many of us are getting sick—we have sky-high rates of lactose intolerance, not to mention that dairy has been linked to many forms of cancer, and hormonal imbalances (human female youth are beginning puberty at younger and younger ages due to the increased levels of estrogen found in mammal breast milk being consumed daily). 

I read something once, in a distant theory class, that humans are superior to animals because our anatomy allows us to look up, skyward—and that these “beasts of burden” are lowly, conversely keeping their sights to the earth. I wondered if we had that all wrong, and should recognize that the creatures who center the earth, in all that they do, might just be the ones we might learn from instead.

I share this story in the hopes of expanding our circle of compassion. This is an urgent plea I ask you to consider. This is not meant to shame anyone, merely a telling of my story of why I made the choice to stop consuming dairy. These industrial food systems are decimating our planet, disrupting indigenous and natural symbiotic communion with our earth, and to put it bluntly, this is food apartheid. 

It is time to seriously consider weaning ourselves off of the teats of the dairy industry. Divest our diet and dollars away from antiquated systems of torture and destruction. If you have the privilege and access to choose what you eat, I hope you choose to reduce suffering, with every meal. I am only interested in a future of expansive and inclusive feminism, one that centers on all beings and celebrates autonomous reproductive capacity and sovereign motherhood. To this day, I can still remember their eyelashes. 

Natalie Blanton (she/they pronouns), MS is an activist and Sociology Ph.D. Candidate at the University of Utah, in Salt Lake City. They work, research, and teach within the veins of social, environmental, and reproductive justice. Natalie understands our world-society to be built upon the backs of oppressed and marginalized communities and actively seeks to advocate, educate, and rabble-rouse to overturn that norm. In their past life, Natalie has been a rodeo queen, turned full-time animal rights activist, worked for multiple farmed animal sanctuaries, and as a community educator for Planned Parenthood. Now, at the university level, they teach undergraduate Sociology of Gender and Sexuality and Environmental Sociology. Their dissertation is at the nexus of Environmental and Reproductive Justice in the Intermountain West Region of the United States.

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A.L.F. -the ultimate act of compassion

by Joseph Buddenberg from the Blog of Animal Liberation Press Office

And I mean…It is a glorious thing that we live in a world where individuals regularly demonstrate the ultimate act of compassion – risking their freedom for the freedom of others.

Eventually, we will owe a historic achievement to the people who freed the prisoner at Frazier Fur Farm: because with that they achieved, possibly, doubling the wild lynx population in Montana.

And of course the end of an excruciating imprisonment

Thank you A.L.F

My best regards to all, Venus