I got this email from a family member this morning:
HI My Darling You know that there is a good reason for killing the rats in Alberta, they can have a great influence on the food supply. There is a difference between wild rats and Mrs dingle Love "a family member"
My response was:
Hi there - I don't have a problem with them kiling the rats - it's the manner in which they're killing them and who they're expecting to do it - ie expecting me to use anything handy to kill them whenever I see them. Which is not right.
I was pointing out that the object of their hatred in other parts of the country are treasured family members and because of that their method of getting rid of them was quite distasteful. The pictures of the rats they were showing on the television were not of wild rats - they were of domesticated rats - rats exactly like Mrs Dingle.
At the bottom of the main page of my website is a picture of a cat and pig that are nose to nose with print over it that says "Which do you pet, which do you eat - and why?" Some cultures eat one and pet the other - so depending on which culture you come from you give a different answer - some cultures eat both and pet neither. It's the same for dogs. It all comes down to compassion. Why do we show so much compassion for some species and so little for others? This is the main topic of my blog and shows up a lot on my website - so whenever I get the chance to write a letter to the editor of some newspaper about it I've got to go for it.
This idea has never even occurred to most people before - but maybe once the thought is put in their brain and they think about it, they'll start to actually think about it and look around them and start to think about what actually does go on in the chicken slaughter houses and how pigs are treated and how the puppies that are pets
stores parents are being treated and not buy the puppies because of it.
We're all going to die - and all the rats found in Alberta are going to die because of their stupid law, but if you had the choice if you were the unlucky rat to be born in that province - would you rather be whacked over the head with a shovel and stunned - then you ran away and whacked again - and that goes on for a couple days until you finally die, or injected with some chemical so that you went to sleep
There was a quote I found a couple years ago that has really stuck with me and it went something like "Make visible what without you, might never have been seen".