Stucky QOTD: Thank God!!! The Animals Are FREE!!!!!

The cocksuckers at PETA  (People Eating Tasty Animals) — who basically destroyed Barnum&Baily Circus —  relentlessly pressured Nabisco and their ANIMAL CRACKERS …. to FREE (!!!) the caged animals.  Nabisco just relented.  To which PETA said — “The new box for Barnum’s Animals crackers perfectly reflects that our society no longer tolerates the caging and chaining of wild animals for circus shows.”  Story here

OLD BOX — showing sad brutalized animals

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NEW BOX — showing happy animals being FREE!!!

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Outraged PETA twat:  “Do you know how many animals had to DIE for that fur coat you’re wearing???!!”

Stormy Daniels (actual twat): “Do you know how many animals I had to FUCK for that coat???!!”

QUESTION:  Share at least one interesting/funny/tragic thing that changed from your childhood.

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Me?

  1. We weren’t forced to wear seat belts.  Yeah!! Also, the only airbags in a car were of the type below.

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2). There were ONLY TWO things a phone could do. Make a call. Take a call. Also, you had to STAY IN ONE SPOT when talking on the phone. This was the very essence and foundation of a civilized society.

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Grog
Grog

Meh,
At least the n̶i̶g̶g̶e̶r̶ black panther is gone.

1. I had one of the first in my class that had a non-electrified calculator, we called ’em slide rules.

2. Precious metal traded freely everyday, most people had some in possession regularly.
a. I was always amazed that so many people wanted to be rid of “pocket change”.
b. The imagery on the coins was rather distasteful, you know, things like fasces and mugs of
dead crooks.

Maggie
Maggie

Bastards. Those are my goats FAVE treats.

EL Coyote
EL Coyote

Maggito, could you drop in on the frogiveness thread?

Maggie
Maggie

I will try to find my way there.

robert h siddell jr
robert h siddell jr

Good but a better project would be to use taxpayer money to buy more land for wild predators to roam on and then capture urban predators (and politicians) for release on those lands to give the wild predators exercise.

BB
BB

All my animals stories have to do with my child hood dog called ” blue ” .He was mix up but I loved him anyway. For a while we did everything together. I will never forget running through the corn fields on the farm playing hide and seek with that dog .Then one day he got hit by a car.I cried and cried what seem like all day. That was the first time I had to deal with death and my childhood was never the same .

BL
BL

Screw PETA, The circus was a done deal anyway. We are on the edge of all things new and exciting with new entertainment to dazzle the senses. Just a shame most of us are old and won’t be around for the coming attractions.

Thunderbird
Thunderbird

I just got a thought…. Maybe in the future the Zoo will be full of caged crook politicians and the museums will contain stuffed crook politicians.

Just say’en

KaD
KaD

The German High Court found PeTA guilty of paying people to skin animals alive. The witness who committed this act for PeTA, a videographer, told the court that he didn’t understand why they wanted it done that way, but he needed the money. This video was made in a third world country and the prosecutor found the man in the video who skinned the animal.

The German High court also found PeTA’s vet who had made the charges against the agricultural industry in Germany guilty of making false charges and in the verdict required PeTA to turn over all information about their videos and to list all person in their videos so they could be contacted to determine the facts presented in the videos. To date, PeTA has not turned over any videos or information. One has to conclude that… all of their videos on skinning animals alive were paid for by PeTA and therefore do not represent the norm. These organizations cannot stand up to the scrutiny of the courts as now PeTA and HSUS are being sued under the RICO act for racketeering. https://topcatsroar.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/animal-welfare-v-animal-rights-skinned-alive-is-a-myth/

KaD
KaD

http://dailycaller.com/2015/11/25/peta-sued-steal-kill-family-dog/
A family is suing People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) for $9 million after two senior employees stole their pet Chihuahua Maya off their porch and had the dog killed.

The family captured video on their home surveillance system of two PETA employees, Victoria Carey and Jennifer Woods chasing Maya down, taking her off the family’s porch and shoving the dog into a white van. PETA admitted four months later it euthanized Maya later that day.

http://www.petakillsanimals.com

Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

And PETA are the people who supposedly love animals more than people. All of these environmentalist type people are nuts.

BL
BL

Vic- If you really research and dig into PeTa you will find a sordid history of a cabal who destroys thousands of animals each year while boasting they exist to save them. It’s beyond sick.

Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

That is sick. I don’t understand the mind set of people like that (for which I’m grateful).

Per/Norway
Per/Norway

my parents smoked in the car when we drove 3500km to Finnmark every year,
seat belts became mandatory in Norway when i was 8, and i had never seen a black man before.. only foreign kid in town where 1 in my class that was adopted from Colombia.

BL
BL

You are one lucky sonofbitch P/Norway. I grew up in the southern US, what we saw would have scared anybody. Back then you would be considered a pussy for NOT smoking in the car.

robert h siddell jr
robert h siddell jr

I grew up in the wonderful deep South too before Civil Rights and Reconstruction II turned Blacks into haters; maybe you grew up after 1964. Their criminal acts are much more numerous and vicious now and the coming racial Civil War “scares” me because I expect them to act similar to the Africans of the 50s to the present, only this time the Yankees will get a good dose of them too.

BL
BL

Every true son of the south is waiting for the Yankees to get a good dose RHS, a LONG overdue dose.

Rdawg
Rdawg

Maybe you and Bo can hop in the General Lee and drive that bitch off the hill and into the holler…for good.

BL
BL

RawDawg/BossHogg – I bet you are a Yankee, no southerner would challenge that statement.

22winmag - Hug a Nazi, punch a Socialist!
22winmag - Hug a Nazi, punch a Socialist!

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Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

I still smoke in my car. And my house. I’m not going to spend the majority of my time at home sitting on the front porch smoking like my brother and his wife did.

monger
monger

Going to the circus on a school field trip and the announcer asked the audience who was the worlds most famous clown, and I said Bozo while the crowd shouted Ronald McDonald as the yellow twit waltzed out, realized right then I couldn’t make out clearly who it was and prob going to need glasses’

doug
doug

I don’t supposed they called them out for the glyphosate in their crackers? Or does that matter like an IMAGE of caged animals? DUH dumb as a stump.

lamont cranston
lamont cranston

How about the go-rilla?

Dennis Roe
Dennis Roe

Nitwit , you write to get attention,the problem is you’re the Kardashian of TBP. You keep spooging out shit with no rhyme or reason, can I get to 200 comments? It’s just lame and sad. Your yuppie bullshit has no game, motherfucker, it’s dead as a dinosaur,

Rdawg
Rdawg

Your level of irritation seems disproportionate.

Also, “Yuppie” is slang for Young Urban Professional; I don’t think Stucky qualifies on at least two of those.

Maybe you could offer up some “game”. Let’s see what you got.

Maggie
Maggie

Roe, have you ever heard of Finnegan’s wake?

WestcoastDeplorable
WestcoastDeplorable

I miss slopping the hogs. My Dad had 60 acres and about 5 of that was a hog pen for about 30 Hampshire Whites. We fed them slop from the local breweries and they loved it. Got drunk as skunks. They also were fed ear corn.

Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

When the radio stations were local, we could walk to one and pick up the new top-40 list for the week and watch the DJ spin records behind a glass enclosure. And radio shows were always having contests to win albums or tickets to a show. Our radio stations are all syndicated from somewhere else now and I don’t hear any contests or fun things like that on the radio anymore. Maybe they do it other places, but not here.

Kids rode their bikes without helmets or knee and elbow pads. Same with skateboards and roller skates. BB guns and pellet guns were popular with the guys and the girls. I had a BB gun. My brother shot me with his BB gun in the leg (by accident). It stung and left a bruise. But nobody complained.

Cars today all look alike to me now. When I was young, there were some really cool-looking cars out there. And I could tell them apart, knew their make and model. Not today. If you see one little white car, you’ve seen them all.

22winmag - Hug a Nazi, punch a Socialist!
22winmag - Hug a Nazi, punch a Socialist!

I agree. Cars are so fucking dead and lifeless now.

Lgr
Lgr

I won a free Molly Hatchet picture embedded LP that way, Vic.
Pretty sure it’s the “Beatin’the Odds” edition. It’s not Odin, but RiNS would like it I’d bet.
Web search shows them on eBay.
Rob? Interested?

Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

Molly Hatchet was the first concert I ever attended. It was supposed to be Lynyrd Skynyrd, but they canceled.

Quippy
Quippy

I think they had an airplane malfunction.

lgr
lgr

Flirtin’ With Disaster on that one, Quippy. Rebels don’t take fondly to dissin’ good ol’ boys who fell victim to tragedy. But, since this thread is long in the tooth, few will see it.
FWIW, I like humor…even subtle, dark humor. Others, not so much.
But, we lost some good musicians in that one. Those boys worked with the Mussel Shoals Swampers in their early days, another gang of talented men, under the guide of Rick Hall, before they ventured out on their own. Great documentary about that. Reco’d, if you haven’t seen it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ci3afKw_mcY

Vixen Vic
Vixen Vic

It was actually the Lynyrd Skynyrd that emerged after the plane crash that was supposed to give the concert. Don’t remember why they canceled.

robert siddell
robert siddell

It was drug induced pilot error: they forgot to switch the right engine fuel select from rich (takeoff) to normal (cruise) and didn’t notice the tanks were going dry until the engines quit.

Maggie
Maggie
KeyserSusie
KeyserSusie

So this might be a bit off Stuckman’s topic but I want to share an animal story I wrote recently for a neighborhood Nextdoor online blog. You must watch the video to understand “Talking To Ourselves”. Sometimes I feel it what we do here on TBP.

Bay Street Wildlife
Bay Street Swamp
Moar Never Ending Story
Grand Daddy Moria
A Death In The Family
“Talking To Ourselves”

More than two decades ago I came home to an empty house. Recently divorced again, and my two kids across town with their mother, no one was there to greet me. I stepped out on my deck facing Santa Rosa Sound, the view from my elevated house on pilings. There I found an injured box turtle. Something had chewed at his left rear leg opening, leaving a jagged edge still protecting the barely visible hind foot and leg. The head, tail and other three legs were unmolested.

I was puzzled how the turtle had managed to be up to the top of the treated-wood stairs leading to the the deck area. I imagined a raccoon had carried it up the stairs to try to have a meal of it. Perhaps I had frightened off the raccoon when I came home. The house at the time was one of the first on Bay Street. A cedar plywood exterior, box on creosote pilings. There were 7 or 8 woodpecker nest holes in the exterior cedar siding. Bay Street was sparsely settled, especially the area across from the Bay Street Swamp; now bordered on the south by a brick wall – erected after Hurricane Ivan and before the 2008 crash.

I took in the injured turtle that easily fit on one hand and gave it water, salad food and fruit. After 12 hours it finally came out of it’s shell and began to move around. I kept it for two days and released it in my yard. The following decade or two when I was there I would see turtles on occasion. Two different individuals hung out in my yard and in my neighbor’s. Lots of grass and manicured bushes grew nicely as opposed to the former scrub habitat of these indigenous box turtles. That habitat is disappearing. I watched the turtles eat the verdant St. Augustine grass. They liked the neighbor’s highly landscaped vegetation. I once saw one eat a fiddler crab that had wandered from the shoreline up under my home. I would expect they eat palmetto bugs and wood roaches too when they can. They love the prickly pear cactus fruit from my yard and most likely thrive on palmetto berries.

In 2008 I retired from a professional life and set to restore my Hurricane Ivan damaged home. It was a gHetto house, since September 2004. And it still was in 2008. With the help of friends and family three years later that project was over. And since 2008 I would guess more than thirty houses have been built plus a 20 unit rebuilt condo on my little street.

Since I retired my life has slowed down considerably. I spend most of my days at home. So I find more time to see the slow daily events of life.

For the last 7 years or so I have seen one turtle every summer. I have photographed him/her and posted it on my FB page. It has a damaged left rear shell. So I began to wonder could it be the same turtle “rescued” from my deck circa 1994? I strongly suspected it was and is. It has doubled in size. My reading about box turtles tells me box turtles have a range and home territory they defend and stay in. It is said if they are removed from their territory they will wander forever and forever wonder, trying to return. A very sad thought when I consider all the box turtles I have picked up and taken long distances away.

I also have two outdoor cats and a 9 pound terrier type dog. One kitty is from a feral litter dropped off by the mother who prowled Bay Street with her 4 kittens. The other once belonged to my neighbors, two vacant lots over. Their cat came to stay with me after their house burned down.

So I feed the cats every morning. I put away the bowls at night as the opossums, raccoons, skunks, foxes, rats, mice, cockroaches and coyotes will be attracted and eat any left out. The bears only empty my trash canisters occasionally. My damaged turtle has learned to tip over the stainless cat food bowl half filled with dry cat food and help himself. Regularly. I do not see it during the cold months but every summer it returns for more cat food deli delights

Last year I epoxied a metal dog tag on my returning visitor, identifying where it’s home territory is. I read box turtles can live 40-50 years and some reach 100 years old. My son and I have photographed and seen a dozen or so box turtles on Bay Street. I have seen maybe 3 or 4 individuals in my yard and 4 more somewhere else on Bay Street. THEY ALL have damage to their shells, from raccoons most likely. One is missing a rear leg.

So it is with some sadness I tell the story of Grand Daddy box turtle. This last Thursday, 12 July 2018 my son was walking on the walkway to the dock. At the edge of the retaining wall he saw a turtle and motioned to me. My son now lives in the total remade gHetto house with his wife and 6 and 3 year old children. I now stay above the detached garage. I walked down to the water’s edge where my son stood and there was a motionless box turtle. It was surrounded and semi embedded in a heavy collection of eel grass, aka called turtle grass by many. There was an abundance of fresh marine grass as is always the case after a day of many boats on the intercostal, propellors cutting the grasses that grow in shallow water. That day there were only a few hundred boats out watching the Blue Angels practice above Pensacola Beach. But enough detached grass created to form a soft bed for the immobile turtle to lie undisturbed. No tracks were there to indicate which direction along the beach it had come from. Travis stepped down from the sea wall and picked up the turtle. It had a bad case of shell rot; a condition to cause loss of the shiny part of the carapace. leaving a whitish bone like surface. AND it was very obvious this was a very big specimen of a box turtle. Both of us were impressed. It was alive but not very active. We knew it was very old and most likely on it’s last legs. We rinsed off the muck of the sea grass and put it in a big box with dry cat food, water and fruit. Over night it moved about in the box, making a mess of everything.

As you can tell, I am a bit of a sentimental old man. I thought about the plight of box turtles. They are listed as “vulnerable”

Box turtles are not considered threatened or endangered nationally, although some states list them as a species of special concern. Eastern box turtles are scarce in parts of their range because of habitat loss, collisions with cars, and over-collection. 

I have seen two different car turtle fatalities in sight of my house. A box turtle and a large water turtle, both hit crossing the blacktop of Bay Street. The 25 mph speed limit deters few from barreling along, texting or talking on their phone, way over the speed limit.. (a different rant)

In the last two years, four lots have been cleared along the seashore close to my house. Heavily cleared of old growth pine, palmettos and oak to make way for better views and nice open yards. I imagine la vieja tortuga had lived among the 4 now cleared lots for over 50 years and escaped the invasion of dogs, fenced yards and people by becoming a beach walker, making his way along the beach to find me and die a good death.

After showing sighs of life Thursday night I read more about box turtles. Shell rot is treatable and online advice suggested veterinary care for the worst cases. So it was I took Grand Daddy turtle to the vet. The animal lovers’ staff were kind and caring. And they made me an appointment to speak with the doctor a few hours later in the day. He was compassionate and realistic about helping the geriatric Leonardo ninja. Undaunted by the restraint of my budget I wanted him to do what he could. Hydration and antibiotics injected into cavities and advice to use a povidone-iodine solution on the shell surface. Plus he showed me how to force feed wet cat food and deliver antibiotic suspension and water with a plastic syringe.

That night the turtle crawled around my tiled living room floor. The next day I force fed it and gave the dose of antibiotics and placed it outside in the shade of an oak tree, next to a mature palmetto bush. I made a pen out of a section of wooden garden fencing from Lowes. The turtle had much attention on Saturday. We had over 30 guests at the house to watch the Blue Angel show, half of them little people, some whom had never seen a box turtle. They all wanted to hold the turtle but rest was the order of the day for the senior patient. Grand Daddy moved around all day, spilling the shallow water pan several times. Odd to me is when my 6 year old grandson asked me if the turtle ever sneezed; as we groomed the turtle prior to placing it in the outdoor enclosure.

And then I thought about Moria… and The Never Ending Story. Little Grant has probably seen the movie, a favorite of my two sons when they were young. It still ranks up there with me. I have watched it several times in the last decade. Moria is the gargantuan turtle: The Ancient One in the Swamps of Sadness who directs Atreyu to The Southern Oracle. And Moria sneezes many times in the face of our hero of the movie. Do you know why Moria was sneezing?

The answer is here:

Grand Daddy passed quietly in the middle of the night next to the bushy palmetto, Saturday Sunday. We placed him in a cardboard box for burial. I took shell measurements to record the large size of the wizened old wizard. I like to think he was trying to return to the place of his birth near the Dead Man’s Marsh that drains the Bay Street Swamp. Sad to say his progress was stopped by my retaining wall along the shoreline.

The story of the dead man I discovered, the eponym for Dead Man’s Marsh, who washed up on the shore, pointing to the place to plant a few rhizomes of marsh grass is another chapter in the Bay Street Swamp. It has grown considerably over the decades, now the only natural seashore marsh for miles either way. Orioles and red winged black birds feed on the snails living on the marsh grass stalks. It is magical to hear their songs. I imagine when Oriole Beach was named there were miles and miles of shoreline marsh grass and orioles and red winged blackbirds would be abundant. The draining of the swamp has restricted the natural migration of subsurface waters that feeds the marsh grass and development and nitrogen run off from fertilized yards contribute to the decline. My little marsh continues to grow and attracts myriads of birds and aquatic creatures to complement the wildlife of the Bay Street Swamp.

robert h siddell jr
robert h siddell jr

So much technical improvement and social damage has occurred in my life it would take a book. I believe Civil War is coming that will undo the social damage.

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