By Kalypso Arhilohou
You weigh a ton, wield horns as hard as hammers and as sharp as spears, and you could puree a man’s foot with one slightly misplaced step of your mighty hoof. But it’s perfectly safe to kiss you, hug you, and parade you through crowds at college commencements.
This good humor of yours, Bill and Lou, comes about partly because your kind have been bred that way for millennia, and partly because you’re just nice guys.
Apparently you like people. At least you don’t seem to mind hanging out with us, following our lead, and doing our bidding. Maybe you feel that in return we like you too.
The fact is that lots of people like you, and many say they love you. The curious thing, though, is that some of the people who say they love you also say they want to eat you. Read the rest of this entry »
In the United States, this is perhaps the most important day we’ll have for another four years— election day. The outcomes of thousands of local and national races will determine a great deal about our future for decades or even centuries to come.
Most years in the past I’ve volunteered heavily for various campaigns. This year I voted, but as far as political volunteering goes, I’m sitting it out. Well not sitting exactly. You can’t sit for very long when you’re caring for a sick dog who was recently a parasite-infested bag of bones roaming the streets. I’m running myself ragged, actually.
Which is one reason why election day is important. We animal rescuers have it rough. We all run ourselves ragged. We need people in government who get that. Who understand that it’s not just about the animals. It’s about us too—all of us who care about animals. Read the rest of this entry »
by Katerina Lorenzatos Makris
I rarely write news articles in the first person. To my mind, news is best delivered through traditional journalism, where reporters gather facts and viewpoints, present them accurately and fairly, and keep themselves strictly out of the way.
Tonight, because I can’t stop crying, and because I feel sick, I can’t keep myself out of it.
Daniel is gone. I never met him. I only wrote about him. But like hundreds of others following his story, I wanted him to make it.
Daniel is gone. So are billions of other Daniels, whose deaths were just as senseless.
Daniel is gone. And at this very moment millions more Daniels out there stagger along the same road, headed in the same direction.
I’m sick of it. I can barely stand it anymore. Sometimes I feel my head is going to explode. My heart already has. Read the rest of this entry »