The tranquil blue-white ice fields that have served the harp seals as a nursery for the last three weeks have been turned into a Dantean portrait from hell. Streams of blood flow and pool on the ice and the vacant-eyed, cruelly-skinned corpses of thousands of seal pups litter the ice. In the open leads, bleeding bodies bob, many sinking and not recorded in the quotas. The seals are being shot, kicked in the face, and bashed with clubs and spiked clubs called hak-a-piks.From the blog of Paul Watson, Captain of the Farley Mowat, as quoted by Karyn Strickler.
This is so nauseating.
I hope no one feels obligated to tell me about traditions, ways of life and people earning their living. Apartheid was a tradition, slavery was a way of life, and industries die as their usefulness is extinguished. It's time for the non-essential slaughter of sentient creatures to go the way of the locomotive and the hot metal letter press.