Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the constant litany of animal abuse that hits my email, my facebook and my phone.
I get that some people don’t particularly like animals, would not have pets, I can understand that one. I also get that some people who have troubled life starts do not recover and go on to perpetuate the horrors inflicted on them. I can understand how that happens.
But you know, there are millions of people out there who have had worse happen to them, who have been abused and mistreated and harmed beyond repair; but whose first instinct instead is to heal and not hurt. And the longer I live, the more I come across people who have had the worst starts but who have turned that into triumph, who refuse to behave like their abusers, who go on to do good instead of bad.
So it is not an excuse, I am sorry. Very few people get a choice as to what happens to them when growing up, but everyone gets a fucking choice in how they respond as an adult.
From pigs destined for death in an abbatoir (which hahahaha is an RSPCA-approved Freedom Foods abbatoir) being abused, burned and beaten, to a woman in Asia being arrested after forcing young girls to stamp on baby animals and filming them for corrupted western men to jerk off to, to a dog tied up by the neck so tightly it was nearly decapitated, and left die in a forest, to a baby elephant in permanent chains and isolation in a zoo; to a 17 year old blind dog dumped in a shelter to die; to a cat today living in a prosperous area whose owner moved to yet another prosperous area, dumped the cat and went back today to collect some more stuff and ignored the cat who ran out to greet her; this week has just brought horror upon horror and I have just about bloody had enough, as have several of my friends.
And yet, we keep going, knowing that the task is endless, that education does not eradicate evil (as much as the do-gooders would have us try and believe this) and that the job will probably kill us from stress and heartbreak at some point.
I do not share everything I get on facebook and email. There are two reasons for this – several of my friends do it and all that happens is that their updates become a litany of misery. I wince every time I see one of their posts, knowing what it will contain. The second reason is that a litany of misery means that people eventually switch off and when something really needs greater support, it won’t be there.
I can’t expect people in the UK to get upset over animals on death row in the US, so I only share these posts with two amazing friends I have over there by private message. And if I posted everything I got that was UK-based, well I would probably lose friends faster than Michael Vick would lose his testicles if I ever got hold of him.
So I post what I think people can stand. But how sad it is that there is so much evil done in this world that I have to moderate my sharing of it?
It is not sad that people get overwhelmed and don’t want to look – that’s because it upsets them, which is a natural response and if they didn’t have that response, I would be truly worried.
But it is the sheer scale of horror that goes on that makes me want to crumble, the nature of evil and its continued blossoming on my planet, in my country, in my town and on my street is something I will never get used to.
It is also the reason why I sympathise and support those braver than me who go and raid vivisection labs, disrupt hunts, protest outside those companies who support uch endeavours and whose entire focus is the care of those without a voice in this world.
I may not always agree with their tactics, I might not agree with their militant natures but my gods, I understand their anger and their frustration.