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Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Thought for Monday October 23, 2006


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It appears that Iceland has broken a twenty year whaling ban and decided to kill a fin whale.

Why did I show you a picture of this? Am I against killing whales? I don’t know. As soon as I saw the picture, I thought about the big beautiful beast being harpooned to death for no reason whatsoever. After all, I don’t eat whales. I wanted revenge for whomever it was that killed this thing. I wondered what anyone would do with a dead whale. Do people eat it? Are clothes made out of the skin? I’ve never seen a McWhale sandwich at the drive through.

It’s funny: my views on hunting vary depending on my perception of the animal. If the animal is majestic, beautiful, or one that I would pay money to look at from a ship, I think it should be entitled to live. If, on the other hand, the animal is ugly, serves no purpose (at least in my mind), or is one that tastes good, I ask for seconds.

I suppose the only reason I’m not throwing myself in front of harpoons to save the whales is because I recognize my feelings for what they are, well that and I already have enough to do. I suppose if it came to some sort of vote or I had an opportunity to sign a prewritten letter to a congressman, I might let ‘em have it. Until then, I’ll do what the majority of people will do: try not to look at pictures of dead whales, try to forget the pictures I’ve seen, and hope they aren’t still endangered.