This commanding letter on horse slaughter in Canada was written by D. Fisher of Kelowna, British Columbia.
It’s simply magisterial in its eloquence!
“Industry without ethics, capitalism without conscience – is tortured flesh the flavour of our times?
The Canadian horse slaughter industry is an abomination. Within its harrowing abyss exist the theft of liberty, unpardonable anguish and the dismemberment of a noble icon.
Advocates in favour of this industry present the following arguments for its existence:
- Horses are meat – tasty meat for man. I want some.
- Slaughterhouses humanely euthanize old, crippled and unwanted horses.
- Slaughter controls over-population.
- The industry provides employment.
Different perceptions and the high ground we call morality oppose these arguments:
- Horses are not meat to do with as we please. Throughout history, beside the footprints of man are the hoof prints of the horse. A pony is a child’s dream, a horse an…
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It is that time of year again!
It cost quite a bit more this year than in the previous one, but this said, four of my eight goals were met and a few more things too. The costs all tallied up for my tiny house and land are now over 100K, but this said, it is now nearing completion and the livability is really great now.
The accomplishments that I ticked off of my to do list are: Install the Mini 12 stove chimney set up, fix the bathroom so that the mice cannot get in, insulate and install flooring on the main level, and build seating. I also put in a new support post in the cloth porch because it was sagging a little bit from the snow load. Too, I took a load of stuff to the dump. The things that went were the mouse urine soaked bathroom items, the…
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Written by Denise Deby.
Here are a few things I’m thankful for these days:
Advocacy: I’m grateful to all the wonderful people around who are speaking up about what needs to be changed, finding creative solutions, organizing opportunities for others to make a difference, and inspiring the rest of us to think, live and act more mindfully.
Art: Ottawa has many impressive people who through their art, music, films, stories and other creative pursuits are not just spreading the work about environmental and social issues, but helping us see that different ways of thinking and acting are possible. (Don’t miss the Walking With Our Sisters memorial, a powerful tribute to missing and murdered Indigenous women, at Carleton University’s Art Gallery until Oct. 16, 2015.)
Being a part of nature: Getting outdoors is calming, rejuvenating and a reminder of our connection with other things. Right…
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Written by Denise Deby.
Photo by Shanta Rohse on Flickr Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic https://www.flickr.com/photos/23817022@N00/2220015238
In the Ottawa River, between Ottawa and Gatineau, the Chaudière Falls and three islands—Albert, Victoria and Chaudière—are a hidden but significant area with a lot of potential.
They’re home to a closed Domtar factory and largely cut off from public view, but a debate is raging about future plans for the site.
The area is sacred to Anishinaabeg. Local Algonquin Elder William Commanda had a dream to restore it as an internationally renowned gathering and interpretive centre and park for all people. Celebrated architect Douglas Cardinal worked with him on this, and continues to promote the vision.
At the same time, Windmill Development Group is planning to build a mix of condominium towers and townhomes, commercial space and…
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historically, the consequences of my drug use included but should not be limited to:
harm to others including family, loved ones, friends, acquaintances and people i’ve only met a couple of times.
conflict with the law.
being institutionalized against my will.
phyical, emotional, spiritual and psychological harm to myself.
i didn’t just use drugs to get by and cope with certain moments. i used drugs to get by and cope with life in its entirety. i used to be able to wake up, to go to sleep, when i was anxious, when i was sad, when i was angry, when life was amazing, when life was alright, when i was hungry, when i hated everything, when i wanted to destroy myself. i used drugs every moment i could.
lots, like lots of other people do not use drugs to cope these ways. and lots, like lots of other people do…
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