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Korea animal rights activists need help

Nureongi dogs, thought of as "livestock," "meat" dogs in Korea
Nureongi dogs, thought of as “livestock,” “meat” in Korea

To make helping a bit easier…

The goal of course is to shut down dog/cat meat markets in South Korea. Here’s a call-in, letter and/or email campaign with all contact info you might need, sample letters, and some IMPORTANT NEW PETITIONS (see links below). It will take some time and effort, but think of the dogs & cats, and please help. I did most of it (except for the phone calls & snail-mail letters), or I wouldn’t be asking others to help…the animals deserve this from us at the very least…thank you!

All the PETITIONS, several NEW:

So. Korean Embassy contacts:

Korean government contacts:

Sample letters:

Convenient email blocks you can use…

Note – It’s best to send the 16 or so emails and not send to all 250+ in same email or you may be marked a spammer. Please note that when I sent them, about 60 (about 1/4 of total) came back undeliverable, but that still leaves nearly 200 sent:;;;;;;;;;;,;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

And one more who has a strict character limit:

To the Secretary General Ki-Moon Ban:

Please end the cruel and gruesome dog and cat meat trade in your home country of S. Korea. We will boycott S. Korea until then. Sincerely,

Please help them…

Coexistence of Animal Rights on Earth (CARE) dog meat protest
Coexistence of Animal Rights on Earth (CARE) dog meat protest
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Dog in the Manger (and some personal memoirs)



Here’s a collection of heartbreaking personal experiences I want to share (trust me, there’s a tie-in):

In 2003 my beloved dog Peppy died of old age. He’d come to my door in 1990 and proudly trotted inside as if only to visit, but he stayed, and was an absolute gem of a little dog, a charming character that will never be forgotten. He’d saunter up to strangers in parks and introduce himself, always eliciting smiles, and he loved to be “worn” on your head, wrapped around your neck and so forth, had absolute trust in human hands. This is him close to the end, about age 13:

peppyThen in 2006 my dear dog Heidi died after years of tumor growth and 3 surgeries; she also died (euthanized) at about age 14. I’d spotted her in a hospital parking lot, guessed her person may have had a heart attack while driving and that’s how she ended up there? She’d been nibbling on bird bones and such like a little feral dog. It took two days to catch her, but once picked up, she melted into my arms and we were together for 11 years, many happy memories with all of them. A great hugger dear little Heidi was, cautious, affectionate, bit naughty at times, and proud of possessing her two little men, “husband” Corky below, and “boyfriend” Peppy above. She’d had another beau named Charlie from 1995-1997 as well. (Of course they were all spayed/neutered.) Here’s my beloved Heidi:Heidi

Then only a few months later, near the end of 2006, my dearly loved mother died from congestive heart failure at 80. So much trouble and failures we had overcome, and words here cannot do her justice, nor can words describe the grief at losing her. She suffered psychological problems and overcame them entirely without “help,” as professionals never really helped the situation, only masked it with “treatments.” She’s who first got me interested in vegetarian eating in the 1970s, as she dabbled in it off and on. She and all my other family…human and animal…are loved forever. Here she is at about age 20:Mom icon

Then in late 2007 my sweet little guy Corky died at about age 18 of heart failure (euthanized), another unique and cherished little treasure found wandering a busy boulevard in 1994, with a gang of kids chasing him throwing sticks. I saved him from the little brats, held him in my arms, and fell in love. And he was a runner, an independent spirit, so would at times say “screw you I’m off for an adventure!” and take off, only to be found with my screaming his name at the top of my lungs as he came trotting back, contrite but happy. Here’s Corky on his favorite chair:Corky

Then a few months later in February 2008 my dad died at 83 after suffering for years with heart disease and CHF. He’d adopted a new family and been with them for many years, but we always loved each other, he was never gone from our lives, even if pretty estranged, as divorce families can be. He was basically a good man despite his flaws…the ladies loved him and he quite enjoyed that, making him a pretty terrible husband for our fragile mom. Still we have many happy memories with our dad. Any financial security we have now, we owe largely to him, as he was quite the businessman and hard worker. Despite some hard times, in the long run he provided for his kids. Here’s dad in his 20s:Dad

There it is, five deaths suffered in five years…

Needless to say, quite enough devastation and grief. Yet it gets worse.

A couple of weeks after my father died, his second wife also died very unexpectedly due to pneumonia. Her large family including three grown children, several grandchildren, and various cousins, nieces, nephews, all of course were devastated. For both extended families, two funerals within a few weeks. I don’t know how people get through life with all of this, but here we are.

Now to the point of this article and the title, Dog in the Manger:

My father had a little dog he adopted as a puppy, a Jack Russell type named Piccolina, totally adorable even if obsessively attached to him and fiercely protective…a one-person dog pretty much, except my dad’s wife was her secondary loved one. Her dog was a fat friendly boy chihuahua named Güero, sweet and feisty. And dad’s step-son and daughter-in-law had two black chihuahuas, one was Penny and I don’t remember the other’s name. Very sweet, cautious, loyal to their loved ones. They lived in a house next-door to my dad and his wife.

Piccolina type dog, she had shorter hair

So now both heads of my dad’s household were deceased, and the dogs were without their loved caretakers, an indescribably sad situation. All four dogs would mostly hang out at my dad’s place with the run of the house and large yard. But now there was no more dad, no more mom. Only dad’s step-son and family next door, with work and school activities to occupy much of their time. So I immediately sought to arrange for my cousin-in-law who lives not far from there to give Piccolina and Güero an excellent home with her, as she’s a kind, generous, smart woman, so of course loves dogs. She agreed and was looking forward to welcoming them to her home. I believe she’d just had an elderly dog who had passed, so was missing the company of dogs. I already had two dogs, the legal limit at my complex, and my brother had four at the time, so we had our hands full or would have at least taken my dad’s dog. But thankfully there was our cousin who would take the two, and she was close-by while we were a 1–2 hour drive away.

But when my cousin called my dad’s elder step-daughter shortly after the funeral to say she’d take the two dogs, the daughter said, “Oh no, we want to keep them, our mom loved them, we’ll take good care of them,” or something along those lines. Bewildered by this, my cousin agreed after trying to convince her otherwise, and told me about it.

And here’s the part I’ll never forgive myself for, nor will I forgive my father’s 2nd family:

I took dad’s 2nd family at their word and figured that with so many people to look out for them…as they do have a lot of family and friends, all supposedly dog lovers and God-fearing Christians…the dogs must be in good hands. So I naively set my mind at ease and pictured the dogs getting used to living without their beloved “mom & dad” and settling in to their new lives.

Then several months later, my brother talked to dad’s step-daughter and asked her about the dogs. In essence she replied, “Oh, three of them died, we think they got into rat poison or something, but Güero survived and he’s with my brother and his family.”

Beyond_griefThey’d already been gone for months before we found out. Needless to say, I, my brother, and our cousins were sickened, horrified…no words really describe the feelings here, which persist to this day for me, six years later. No other explanation can be gotten from the family about how those three dogs, Piccolina and the two black chihuahuas, met their ends. They could have starved to death for all we know, since the plump one was the only survivor. Hopefully he didn’t meet any awful fate too, as his family moved to Oregon and we don’t keep in touch…never really did except in necessity. With Güero being their mother’s personal beloved dog, I believe they had incentive to actually care for him.

So when I looked up “dog in the manger” today, I was stricken and saddened, again remembering those three sweet little dogs. The spiteful keeping of something…rather someones…that you don’t really want, just to keep someone else from having them, someone who deserves them and who will care for them well.

Dog in the manger, you know who you are…

And I wonder what any God really thinks of you and all the others who knowingly, willfully betrayed those innocents and caused them such suffering. My own betrayal of them was due to ignorance, and faith in your love for at least your mother…but my guilt for leaving them in your hands is unbearable. Where’s your guilt, and what have you all done about it? Jesus will save you? So much for Christianity in this case.

Beware, people, never trust others you don’t really know with something so precious. Don’t suffer this guilt and unending heartbreak. And most importantly, watch out for the animals, see to them, protect them. Hard lessons learned.

In memory of “Picky” and her two pals. I hope you (and others I’ve failed) understand everything now, and forgive me for my mistakes. You are all loved and cried for.

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The Birth of Abandonment

Thich Nhat Hanh, Vietnamese Zen Buddhist monk, said:

baby2“Our time in our mothers’ wombs was a wonderful time. We did not have to worry about food or drink. We were protected from heat and cold. We didn’t have to do homework or housework. Protected in our mothers’ wombs, we felt quite safe. We didn’t have to worry about anything at all. No worry is wonderful. I believe many of us still remember that time spent in our mothers’ wombs. Many people have the impression that they were once in a safe and wonderful paradise and now they have lost that paradise. We think somewhere out there is a beautiful place without worry or fear, and we long to get back there. Paradise was inside of our mothers.”

It’s the birthing that’s the problem…

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…The being expelled, first from our heavenly, true home and into the new womb leading to earthly existence, to abandonment, to almost 100% guaranteed suffering during life, and the agony of physical death. Including the agony death brings to loved ones.

Death of Minnehaha
Death of Minnehaha

Our time on Earth may reveal our true individual nature, as a way to expel the poison (evil) from our creator (source of being), but it seems to have failed and instead we are now like a stuck record, forever repeating, compounding the mistakes…the evil…with no end in sight.stock-footage-human-baby-moves-gently-inside-a-mother-s-womb

Tricked and trapped by deceptive entities intent on continuing all of this, since they’re entertained by it…they are evil…and have no interest in their own demise. Continual births, rebirths, on we go for millions of years, trillions upon trillions of lives and deaths.

But who would knowingly choose to be born randomly into this place, into any of the terrible realms of possibility we can imagine?

The White Slave statue – child sold for “sex”

Graffiti_StripperIt’s time to stop being tricked, being tricks, mindless slaves to that extreme carnal pleasure which continually multiplies suffering and death.

Time to face the truth about what we call life. Stop the foolish celebrations of human arrogance. Quietly celebrate only love and kindness. Stop being cruel to the innocent or the benign. And the original cruelty is to bring them into being on Earth, since we’re all on our own here…abandoned…despite all that possible company, those family members, those “friends” whose true colors may well, in time, sicken us.Near-Death-Experience_Illustration

Back to the cosmic womb, the real one…safe in bliss for eternity. No more of this goddamned shit.DOCTOR_ATTENDS_PATIENT_SUFFERING_FROM_RED_LUNG,_ACQUIRED_IN_THE_IRON_MINES._(FROM_THE_DOCUMERICA-1_EXHIBITION._FOR..._-_NARA_-_553035

Of course, serve your full term here as long as you possibly can, while fighting against evil to the best of your abilities. It’s at least a way to pave the way to a better future for us all should we have no choice other than rebirth again after death.

KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERABut do your utmost to avoid again entering some seemingly safe and comforting womb that will deliver you back here, again. This place holds such beauty and intense pleasure (like the orgasm), but that comes along with the extreme and unfathomable opposite. It is not a proper place for us and all of those wonderful animals.

That’s the important part…to somehow get this message to the animals…

Perhaps by making ourself more whole again by reuniting in a far more pure way at our source, we can gain some real power over existence, some real and effective knowledge and communication, especially with non-human animals. And the evil and sadistic parts of our “oneness” can then be separated and cast out from the rest of consciousness, forever. Which I believe was the original goal, before it was thwarted.

Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel, but we have been deceived.