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September 17, 2004

You Can Only Mess With The Adults

Wednesday was spent in a state of feeling like I had a big Band-Aid over my heart and feelings. Egg and Bacon weighed heavily on my mind, and I found I was thinking of aspects of them I hadn't before-would they have had brown hair or blond? Blue eyes (no Punnett Square can tell me that as I have missing links in my background)? Would they hold hands when they crossed the street? Would they hate kidney beans like I do?

Riding the tube into work I read the newspaper, when I come upon perhaps the most heat-wrenching article I've ever read in my life, about three teenagers that convenently used a six-week old puppy as a football. The puppy had to be put down. There is a picture of it, looking like the most perfect animal I would love to adopt.

And just like that, I was a 30-year-old embarassment in floods of tears on the tube.
Floods.

I have this thing about me-you don't hurt children or animals. Ever. If you do, you face my wrath, a fury so strong that you can see why I need therapy so much. Oh yes-by day I am calm mild-mannered Helen. By abuse I become the Infurinator, I would rip the limbs off of people. I had images of me being Lucy, holding the puppy-kicking teenager's heads on a tee and letting Charlie Brown actually connect with them. You don't hurt children or animals-I walked out of some dinosaur movie when the dinosaur at e Fido the family pet, strapped to the backyard. I know it's just a film, I know it wasn't real. I simply can't have any support for that kind of thing, I'm the chick that became a vegetarian 4 years ago because of my love for animals and I haven't looked back on the meat world since. I'm the chick for whom all the neighborhood cats are welcome in my house. I'm the chick that would have animals galore, space and Mr. Y permitting.

I tried to find the link online to send to Mr. Y once I got to work (on my working but now completely stripped laptop) and instead found this link.

What a sick fucking world we live in.

Then my banshee came out, and she came out hard. Von PettyPumpkin got blistered in my path when we were discussing desgin documents and commercial agreements. I felt he was being unreasonable.

"Look Helen," he oozed, pissing me off already. "You just have to understand [that fucking saying again!]. Six months from now you and I may be sitting across from each other in a court of law."

I stare at him. "I think the odds of you sitting across from me in six months time are extremely small." I say, unflinching.

And the men in the room actually add an: "Ooooooo!" sound, like you make when someone has stung you good.

Von PettyPumpkin turned red, but we didn't speak again.

Later I talked to Mr. Y about how crushed I was about the animals. He pointed out that adults in the world are often mistreated, adults have horrible atrocities that happen to them. I know this, and my heart goes out to them, too. But there is something even more horrific about animals and children facing the brunt of torture and abuse, and upon thinking about it, I realized what it is: Animals (especially the puppies in question) and children really can't defend themselves. How can people pick on things which can't defend themself? What kind of fucking monsters are they?

The day got better. I talked to my dad, who not only took my call, but told me despite being sent my blog link with an email referring to the damaging posts (said link provided to him, apparently, from the other side of my family that aren't speaking to me. Unforgivable. Absolutely not ok.) that he loves me no matter what, and he won't read the blog again. Even though some things in the call hurt-he and my grandmother were in Paris for 5 days but didn't think to call me to see if I wanted to join them-in the end I didn't care-it was so fucking nice to be talking to my father, laughing and joking with my father, and I sit here on the edge of tears thinking of how relieved I was that I hadn't lost him, too.

Mr. Y got me trashed on red wine later, and we tidied up waiting for Emily. We laughed and relaxed and had a fantastic meal. And my mood went up after seeing the news at the gym, during which I cheered my ass off on the elliptical trainerm celebrating the end of a horrible and disgusting sport of extreme cruelty.

Fox hunts have been banned.

Maybe it was karmic relief for a little six-week-old puppy, who will never know what it's like to run the fields himself.

-H.

PS-Emily is here. She's hilarious, and showed up out of the arrival exit looking all the world like a bright red flame. I have heard masses about the Houston Tiaras, who I think sound like a right rowdy cool bunch, KW and their fabulous menagerie, she has some cinnamon Sephora lip gloss I want to steal, and she's one astute chick. She can hold her own in a bar code chat with Mr. Y. She pointed out to me that I have a big fuck-off surgery scar behind my ear (a fact I had never known). And we got pretty drunk and ate a big Moroccan meal last night, so I think this is going well so far :)

PPS-Holy tostadas, Batman! Luuka is alive and well and with Eric!

Posted by Everydaystranger at September 17, 2004 07:28 AM .


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I'm having a hard time reading this post because every time I hear that someone has abused an animal...the toxins and the anger...collossal rage starts bubbling up and if I don't step away...it will blow.

So, without reading the rest of the post nor the comments, I have no idea if anyone has said this already but here is why I get so angry about it:

It's not that they can't defend themselves. What it is, to me, is that children and animals put their trust in you. They TRUST us, no judging, no worries, no fear. They absolutely look to adults with trust and an adult or older child goes and does that to a younger child or an animal...you have swiped one of the most precious things from that child or animal. It's not the broken bones and bruises...it's what that person has done to the MIND of the child or animal that causes me to want to do likewise to the abuser.

Bones and bruises, cuts and scrapes will heal. But the damage done to their psyche, their character, their emotions, their mind...when you abuse a child or an animal, you have basically started killing them emotionally. (Some like to say that animals don't have emotions but for those...you should still get what I'm saying.)

And that to me is the bigger crime out of the whole situation.

Posted by: Serenity at September 21, 2004 09:26 PM

You know, Larry, I really like the idea of me leaping tall buildings to zap over-inflated egos...there's a story in there somewhere, surely! :)

Posted by: Helen at September 20, 2004 01:59 PM

I stare at him. "I think the odds of you sitting across from me in six months time are extremely small." I say, unflinching.

Kaaa-ZAP!!
Our 'Everyday' deflater of overinflated pompus twits. Just remember if possible use the 'I know something about you' smile on him.. make him stay up at night and wonder a little.. fair balance (or a start) for what he put you through. Or better yet.. smile (cat with Canary style) where people besides him can see you (If asked say truthfully.. Nothing .. REALLY.. )

How can people pick on things which can't defend themself? What kind of fucking monsters are they?


You Helen.. are a real person.. with a real soul (abeit one like my own with a few bumps and scrapes)... Right and wrong have a meaning to you. Those things in human form are what you call them.. Monsters thinking of nothing but their own immediate needs...


The universe has a VERY special fate for things like those monsters..

Have fun with your Visitor !!!!

Posted by: LarryConley at September 18, 2004 08:13 AM

Helen said: ""I think the odds of you sitting across from me in six months time are extremely small." I say, unflinching."

Awesome! LOVED that! *Amber beams*

And it goes without saying that people who knowingly torture defenseless living things are the lowest of the low and deserve all the wrath the gods can muster up.

Posted by: Amber at September 17, 2004 08:12 PM

Outrage over cruelty to animals and young children is well placed righteous anger. But what about cruelty to the most defenseless...the unborn? Does that get everyone's dander up as much? It certainly does mine.

Helen, if this is too "political" or too sensitive a topic, please strike it from the record with my apologies. I do think it's ironic that many get irate over cruelty to animals and children but not over cruelty to the unborn.

Posted by: Solomon at September 17, 2004 07:37 PM

I like to think of your banshee as a wrathful angel which decends upon degenerates who abuse animals or general louts like Von Petty Pumpkin.

My .02: It's a false dilemma to suggest that cruelty against humans is worse than cruelty against animals or that prevention thereof must take priority over the other.

There's quite a bit of research which demonstrates that animal abusers (and children in particular who abuse animals) are more likely to comit violent acts against humans. Here's one article from Brown University but there's heaps of stuff out there to be googled:
http://www.childresearch.net/CYBRARY/NEWS/200003.HTM

Posted by: Steve P at September 17, 2004 05:39 PM

I know it's out there, but every time I see that kind of animal abuse, something inside me snaps. I almost take it personally, because I wasn't there to save the animal from such cruelty. Poor, poor puppies.

And my husband always says, "We can't save them all, dear." Oh, but if I could! Or at least be the judge, jury, and executioner at the karmic trial!

I'm glad your dad is still part of your life, Helen. I can't imagine losing my dad to a family rift/war. As has already been said here, a girl needs her daddy, and a father needs his baby girl.

Posted by: scorpy at September 17, 2004 04:16 PM

Don't get your hopes up about the fox-hunting ban. All that has happened is that the House of Commons has voted to ban fox-hunting. They've done this many times before and the ban has always been overturned by the House of Lords, who have the power to emend a bill and to overturn it. As you see, it doesn't work quite the same way as in the US Congress.

Posted by: John at September 17, 2004 02:30 PM

I've no time for animal cruelty, child abuse, or truly any kind of physical or mental mistreatment of a defenseless creature.

I'm glad you were able to speak with your Dad, and that things are good between you. A girl should always have her Daddy to turn to, and a father should always have his little girl.

Posted by: Mick at September 17, 2004 01:42 PM

The coldest depths of hell are reserved for those who would hurt kittens or puppies.

The animal abuse cases sicken me almost as much as the child abuse.

Too many sick bastards out there.

Posted by: Easy at September 17, 2004 01:20 PM

It is heart renching to see an animal get hurt. Recently TM and I went out looking for a puppy for her. After looking at several which didnt work out for several reasons I came across this small shaking little puppy. When I put two fingers in the cage expecting the usually sniffing or licking she ended up just resting her head down on them and stopped shaking. Shortly there after TM ended up taking her home.

Hope your weekend goes well. TGIF

Posted by: drew at September 17, 2004 01:12 PM

I'm glad the balance is coming back a little into your life. And anyone who tells me that they'll see me in Court has effectively terminated the conversation right there. Good for you.

Posted by: RP at September 17, 2004 11:17 AM

<offtopic>Yay! Luuka finally managed to escape the channel isle's event horizon. Now all I have to do is post my stories and pics. </offtopic>

As for the actual point of your post - I have to agree with you that the sheer scope for human cruelty in this world makes me sick, especialy when directed at the defenceless and trusting.

I can only second greywulf's comments ... these people are in the minority and as long as there is moral outrage at their actions that is where they shall stay.

Posted by: Rob at September 17, 2004 11:15 AM

I never thought I would see the day fox hunting was banned. I am no expert and do not know populaton numbers and the impact of foxes on the farming community and hence the need to keep the population down to a certain level. But even if culling is needed I have never be able to understand how it could be claimed that chasing the fox with a pack of hounds and then the dogs ripping it to pieces was the must 'humaine' way to facilitate the culling.

Yes we are just another animal on the planet and a lot of animals are meat eaters and kill other animals for food and thats nature, but we were doing this for sport for a few elite with the pretence of it being for a practical and humaine reason.

Of course some will bemoan the loss of a great tradition. Well burning so called witches and chopping off peoples heads, Jus Primae Noctis, the right by which the lord could sleep the first night with the bride of a newly married serf are also old 'traditions', but I think we moved on a little as a society and I dont see anyone bemoaning the loss of those traditions!

Posted by: Charlie at September 17, 2004 10:36 AM

First of all *HUGS* for the Eggs and Bacon wounds. They wont ever heal (and they shouldnt it's a part of you) but hopefully with time the scab wont be so raw.

Second can I be Charlie Brown in that scenario? I am a dog person (though certain kitties are ok- just not with my terrier) and you DO NOT hurt defenseless little puppies.

I think that is what your anger about it boils down to. Those who can defend themselves make you mad but dont send you over the edge. Those that cant make you want to rip off their arm and beat their ass like Zorro with it. I sign up to volunteer.

Glad Emily made it across the pond safe! I will email this morning a list of things here in Paris for you two.

Posted by: stinkerbell at September 17, 2004 09:50 AM

I'm with you all the way Helen. Any creature on this planet deserves better than this.

Rather than clog your comments up, I've posted my own thoughts on my own blog.

Remember, there are good people out there too.

*hugs*

Posted by: greywulf at September 17, 2004 09:22 AM
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