Louche
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It's probably all Wal-Mart's fault. Everything. The dead foxes, Mike's mood, the dairy industry. Blame WalMart, I say. There's nothing like a wholesale scapegoat.
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quote:Originally posted by ben: Milk is sold by farmers to the dairy processors - who make the butter. Farmers are screwed by the dairy industry on a daily basis.
This is true. Livestock farmers are generally fucked. They don't get the kind of subsidies that crop farmers do. Also, they are better, cuz they make the country side more pretty with grazing land and don't spray pesticide everywhere. I don't hate these kind of farmers.
The thing that unnerves me about the fox hunting ban is the class war aspect. Yeah, nobody likes braying toffs in stupid red jackets riding their horses and horsey women, but to outlaw an activity on this basis is fundamentally anti-democratic. The only legitimate reasons to ban fox hunting are on animal welfare grounds. I don't really know mnuch about it. Is this bill evidence-led or populist posturing?
is it like the anti-fur drama queens? Not the vegans, but the others, the envious hypocrites.
Also: are you saying organic eggs come from sad hens?
Astromariner
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The eggs I eat are laid by happy hens. Check dis:
Clarence Court Free Range Eggs are laid by hens which are free to range and forage on green pasture from dawn to dusk, leading a natural and happy life. Our birds enjoy the finest quality cereal based non-GM vegetarian diet, the privacy of warm secluded nest boxes, trees and shrub for cover, dust baths - infact everything that a normal healthy hen requires for its freedom of expression and fullness of life, to bring you a truly Free Range Fresh Farm Egg.
They come in all pretty pastel colours as well.
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quote:Originally posted by vikram: That ad is definitely not Kosher.
(for the millionth time - sorry, vut it is my fave thing evah: ***)
That reminds me of my superb idea for a novel about the Irish Troubles. Each chapter would be told from the point of view of an animal that got blown up or shot in a terrorist outrage. There's no way that book would not have been a masterpiece of infinite compassion and political insight.
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quote:Originally posted by ben: That reminds me of my superb idea for a novel about the Irish Troubles. Each chapter would be told from the point of view of an animal that got blown up or shot in a terrorist outrage. There's no way that book would not have been a masterpiece of infinite compassion and political insight.
Astromariner
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hm. I wonder who this could be.
Reviewer: A reader from Dorset, England
I'm not really sure why this has been compared to the excellent "White Teeth", which is a vivid, subtle, well paced and original story. I'm even less sure what the point of Revell's novel is. A collection of unlikeable, cliched, one-dimensial characters limp their way towards a farcical climax for no apparent reason. This has to be one of the worst literary depictions of London; described in a smug, arrogant and predictable way that tries to patronise non-London dwelling readers, but instead makes them glad they live a healthy two hour train journey away from the place that inspired such sub-GCSE level prose. I truly can't think of a worse novel, including John Grisham and Ben Elton.
Louche: I like to imagine the hens doing sculpture and gestalt therapy.
quote:Originally posted by Astromariner: The eggs I eat are laid by happy hens..
Shit! I bought a box of eggs that say this;
Clungon Bay Opressed Eggs are begrudgingly pushed out my hens which are only allowed out from 4.30 in the afternoon until 6.00 Tuesdays to Wednesdays, causing brutal depression and the need to don Ray-Bans during this time. Our paltry poultry are treated to Beef & Tomato Pot Noodles and are allowed to wash it down with a warm mug of Pandas Blue-Cola fizzy pop. Each chook is allowed an old Iron Maiden T-shirt for bedding and occasionally, they peck each others faces off for an old Donnay sock used for a pillow. They spend their time reading Edgar Allen Poe in their cages if they are not busy pecking 'Life is pain' into the ashen dirt of the battery floor.
quote:Originally posted by vikram: This is true. Livestock farmers are generally fucked. They don't get the kind of subsidies that crop farmers do.
Did you know right, that should you happen to live on the top of a very tall hill and have a particular type of sheep you can get over a hundred pouns per sheep!!! Per year!!!
Also, much lol to NWoD.
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quote:Originally posted by Black Mask: Most healthy foxes are killed in their ceaseless struggle with the evil stoat empire. Elderly foxes get a sort of viking funeral, with a pyre of acorns. The badger army all stand to attention and the dormouse monks say a special woodland mass. I read it. In a book.
quote:The heroes are peace-loving mice, moles, shrews, squirrels, and their friends who exhibit human characteristics in a medieval setting. They face the dark side of the animal world, represented by rats, weasels, stoats, foxes, and their villain allies, in the day-to-day struggle of good versus evil, life versus death.
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Couldn't we solve the problem by asking the anti-hunt lot if they were willing to subsidise the rehoming and re-employing of all the hunt staff, and the cost to farmers of fox-eaten lambs (how expensive are fox-kills really though?).
Then ask the pro-hunt lot if they'll pay a Cruelty Tax every time they rip through the country.
Finally get all the Fence Sitters to pay a fiver each time they say, "well, I can see both sides of the argument".
Whoever contributes most money is the winner.
ETA: oi, stop with the Brian Jacques slagging. I love the Redwall books.
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You may wonder how Brian Jacques comes up with so many great ideas for his adventures. Well, for inspiration, he takes his dog "Teddy" (a West Highland White Terrier), out for a walk in his childhood neighbourhood. Whatever limp, torn, bloody creature Teddy rips from the undergrowth Brian puts in his stories. Sometimes, ideas even come to him in his dreams at night, or while he's wanking.
Mainly, his stories are based on adventures that he or his friends have actually lived. Brian is actually a vole. Many of his relatives are seals. And many have had tales to tell.
Born on the eve of World War II, he has been greatly influenced by the effects of the war. During the Battle of Britain, bombs fell on Liverpool daily, in even greater numbers around the dock area where he grew up. Unfortunately, despite the Luftwaffes best efforts liverpool still stands. And who was it that saved the day then? Why those reckless, yet fearless young mice The Beatles. The shrews are Liverpool's dockworkers, who steal anything that's not bolted down. And, as for the moles, with their fascinating speech, they are the moles that live in Brian's head...
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I have a colleague who very closely resembles a mole. He has a snoutish face and velvety-looking dark hair that sticks up and is about 1 cm long all over. He grapples with papers at meetings with tiny, claw like hands, with which he also makes burrowing motions when trying to articulate an important point. He wears round glasses with very thick lenses, which magnify his pale eyes. He is small with narrow, rounded shoulders and a pot belly. I imagine that, if he were to suddenly remove his shirt during a meeting, his body would be covered in dark fur, apart from a large, pink oval of flesh on his chest and abdomen (like cartoon moles have).
Philomel would probably want to marry him.
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I am sure that my friend lives on the same street as the Chuckle Brothers. At least, I saw a big bus type vehicle parked outside one of the houses with "The Chuckle Bus - Chuckle Tour 2004" written on it.
The Chuckle Brothers are stoats.
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Yeah. Lambs, right. Farmers can't have it both ways - are they're right valuable and every one that naughty reynard kills causes immediate bankrupcy, or are they utterly worthless and cost more to rear than they're worth at t'market, like it sez on the Archers? Eh?
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