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Saturday, June 17, 2006

Whaling: Fucking Japanese

Man, it just makes me wanna up and smack someone.

The Japanese are kicking up a fuss about whaling again. They think the rest of the world's being silly because the world doesn't think going and killing the most majestic, and some would say threatened, creature in our world's oceans is anything near what a "sustainable" practice could be.

They claim that the fact that the whaling would be done in order to have meat, not oil, would be the deciding factor to whether or not a massive amount of whaling would be undertaken.

Whatever. Call it whatever you want. Whales are diminished in our world. I've had the rare privelege of seeing a dozen or more in the wild. It's breathtaking. And tragic.

It's bad enough that oceans are being filled with pollution. It's even worse that there are scientists who've been studying off-shore building of rigs and such who have seen dolphin stocks (and dolphins are cetaceans, as are whales, so they're of the same family) plummet, which leads science to believe there is possibility that simple noise pollution is enough to kill the beautiful creatures. Throw in unscrupulous fishing practices and predators, and the whales have enough dangers facing them already.

There have been rare autopsies done (rare because the practice is far too expensive to conduct normally) on beached whales, and there have been times when they believe the only obvious cause of death is a single plastic bag in the whale's abdomen.

Ever seen a beached whale? This formerly massive, beautiful, graceful creature lying there all dehydrated, its skin mottled and discoloured as the rotting and decaying process begins, seabirds chomping on its corpse? I have. Its lung stem dries out and at high tide, its lungs can (and in my experience, did) float out and down the shore from the corpse. It's just a monstrous sight to behold, that of this many-thousand pound animal, beached and bloated.

Whales die easily enough. They don't need a bunch of fucking Japanese after 'em, hungry for yet another fucking delicacy on their plates. If there's anything I despise about the Japanese, it's this mentality that eating something exotic is somehow more important than having that exotic animal still living in nature. It's as if the rarer the object, the higher the price, thus the greater the prestige, and it's really only the prestige that matters.

Why don't they start eating fucking seals, huh? The seals are killing the fish stocks, no matter what those ponces at Greenpeace will have you believe. Canadian Inuit could use an industry; they could kill seals, ship them to Japan, and lovely seal steaks could be made into sushi with great ease. In doing so, we'd save the salmon and cod stocks. Face it, we have more than six millions seals. They're their own goddamned citizenry. But, no. They're COMMON.

Whales, though. Yeah. There's just so many of them. Sure, let's open the fucking gates and have at 'em! Blubber for everyone! Fucking morons.

I'm sure I could've written a more intelligent posting had I put some thought in it, but I'm tired and just woke up. Saw this story first thing. I really, really despise people who want to kill whales. Their endangerment is one of the saddest natural things I see in the world around us. What a beautiful creature. What stupid Japanese demands. There is no way we deserve to be higher on the food chain than that mammal.