…helpless today. This is a little deep. It kinda sprung up out of nowhere so I promise to write more fun things later but for today, I think I needed to get this out.
I logged onto Comcast to check my email and there was an ad on the right the almost made me cry. It was from the WSPA (World Society for Protection of Animals) and there was a small bear that was being used in bear baiting. Bear baiting has been around for hundreds of years. Years ago, a bear was brought down by dogs for sport inside a ring. If that wasn’t bad enough, now in countries like Pakistan (where is it actually illegal) they remove the bear’s teeth as a cub and then let the dogs rip him to shreds. If the bear is not fighting then they secure him with a chain through his nostrils. The bear has no defense. It never actually lives, it’s body won’t let it give up.
Now, I realize that with the homeless crisis in the US, children in China basically poisoned by their milk and the countless amount of people that have been affected by war that this might not seem very important. To me though, it was a symbol of just how bad things are when it comes to humanity. What are we doing to each other? We are supposed to have this higher knowledge and the will to rise above base lower animal instincts. In reality, the animals that we are supposedly above, are better than we are.
I think this is why so many people latch onto this platform. It is pretty easy to love an animal that supposedly isn’t as smart as humans are. It’s easy to point fingers at others who are torturing creatures that don’t have a voice. It is much harder to love and embrace a person who’s culture is very different from our own but who still are tortured and killed for sport. That’s what most wars and battles are about, sport. Who won, who lost, what the winners got to take from the losers. The ‘smart’ people who direct these wars of sport are the only winners. The people who battle are not the winners. They come away, scarred, mentally and physically. The people who direct the wars, from the sidelines, from offices or even caves in the middle of nowhere, they are the winners and collect the spoils. They are the ones removing the teeth of that little cub so when it gets older they can watch it killed in their own sport of war.
This has nothing to do with religion, nothing to do with today’s politics. It has to do with what we are deep down inside ourselves. We are human and with that comes responsibilities that are not governed by which God we believe in or which party we vote, but in the fact that we are plainly human beings. That DOES (or did ) mean something. What it means, fails me at this point and time. Which is why I feel helpless today.