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Cockfighting enthusiasts threaten to mobilise against senate minority leader
People in Kentucky really hate chickens.
"Now, if the feds raid a cockfighting pit, anyone there can pay fines and do prison time," Goodwin said. "All the gambling dollars are not going to offset that. They're starting to figure out, 'Hey, there may not be a future in cockfighting.'"
and hand(wing?)cuffing loads of badass chickens
John Goodwin, director of animal cruelty policy for The Humane Society of the United States, said cockfighting advocates were right to be concerned.
"All these cockfighting pits in Kentucky are in danger of being put out of business," Goodwin said.
I don't think I'll ever understand America.
As in "yeah, you'd better worry bitches because we're coming for you".
Instead it just sounds a bit "won't someone PLEASE think of the cockfighters".
John Goodwin, director of animal cruelty policy for the RSPCA, said badger baiting advocates were right to be concerned.
"All these badger baiting rings in Suffolk are in danger of being put out of business," Goodwin said.
Also: not sure what your point is.
Imagine Goodwin saying it, pausing, then adding: GOOD! Possibly shooting a (humae) pistol into the air. Think that's the intent.
It just amuses me to picture all this in Suffolk.
He's paid to be FOR the welfare of animals
Has to be Day of the Locust:
"Miguel freed his bird and gave the other back to the dwarf. Abe, moaning softly, smoothed its feathers and licked its eyes clean, then took its whole head in his mouth. The red was finished, however. It couldn’t even hold its neck straight. The dwarf blew away the feathers from under its tail and pressed the lips of its vent together hard. When that didn’t seem to help, he inserted his little finger and scratched the bird’s testicles. It fluttered and made a gallant effort to straighten its neck."
"The cockfights last till early in the evening, and by this time our sabungero has had his weekly share of blood and sport. If luck favored him that day, he heads home with his fighter and his opponent's dead rooster in hand. The family will feast on chicken tonight. Otherwise, he wonders what to tell his wife when she finds out what has happened to their savings. You don't know God until you have seen some fellow who had trained a chicken for months, put it into a ring against another's rooster. He bets everything he owns on it...if he wins, glorious; if in one pass his rooster gets its throat cut, then you will see how a philosopher takes disaster".
Probably the best section of Tony Blair's autobiography
or should I start another thread?
Hawk eating a pigeon in our courtyard right now.
I expect he's opening his precariously located duck's nests spreadsheet as we speak.