Dogs Born To Suffer

At the Alfort National Veterinary School in France, in experiments funded by the charity AFM-Téléthon, golden retrievers and other breeds of dogs are deliberately bred to develop crippling muscular dystrophy, including severe Duchenne muscular dystrophy.

Laboratory employees admit that the dogs suffer. Some animals are completely crippled before they are six months old, and half die before they are ten months old.

 

Despite decades of experiments on dogs there is still no cure from Duchenne muscular dystrophy.

These painful experiments have accomplished nothing.

Please urge French charity AFM-Téléthon to stop funding these cruel experiments on dogs and to support only modern, non-animal studies.

Link: Animal Testing

Excessive force used against fracking protesters in Lancashire

Lancashire County Council originally refused an application for fracking by Cuadrilla at Preston New Road near Little Plumpton, but MP Sajid Javid, Communities Secretary, overruled them and gave the company permission.

The site is less than 6 miles from Springfields, a nuclear fuel manufacturing plant.

Fracking is known to cause tremors and earthquakes; it does not take a genius to work out that drilling in the vicinity of any nuclear plant is not a good idea.

Links:

Reclaim The Power

PSR (Physicians for Social Responsibility)

frack-off.org.uk

 

I don’t care what anyone’s religion is.
I don’t care if they are not religious.
I don’t care what colour anyone is.
I don’t care what their nationality is.
I don’t care what their sexuality is.
I don’t care if they have two heads and are called Noddy.

 

When I was young I went to church regularly, but I am no longer religious. I follow blogs written by people with different religious backgrounds and beliefs. Although I do not share their beliefs, the faith they have in their individual religions is commendable. I respect them and like what they have to say.

Similarly, I follow blogs by people from numerous countries that I been interacting with for a few years. I have even bonded with people who speak a different language from me. Their colour or nationality is irrelevant, they are good people and that is all that matters.

I doubt very much if this blog is followed or even viewed by anyone who is a racist or bigot.

In the UK hate crime is increasing at an alarming rate and is fuelled by the prejudicial hate speech of particular newspapers and politicians.

I come across people that I just don’t particularly like, usually because they are bad mannered or disrespectful in some way. I cannot dislike someone because of their race, colour, religion or sexual orientation. In my mind that is unnatural.

Recently in London, Jameel Muhktar and his cousin Resham Khan had acid thrown over them in an unprovoked attack. Jameel suffered such serious burns he had to be put into an induced coma. They both suffered excruciating pain and life-changing injuries.

Resham Khan

It is bad enough when people suffer because their behaviour or actions have triggered an assault on them, but when innocent people minding their own business, have such cruelty inflicted on them as a result of racism is deplorable.

YouTube Link: Jameel Muhktar Interview

Hate Crime Link

By the way, I think Jameel and Resham  are Muslims. Does that matter? Not to me, and it should not matter to anyone else either.


 

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I’ll be thinking about you
About you

Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it’s over
The silence hits so hard

‘Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I’ll be thinking about you
About you

When I run out of air to breathe
It’s your ghost I see
I’ll be thinking about you, about you
It was almost love, it was almost…

We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic is this game?
Turn around, I’m holding on to someone
But the love is gone
Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone
Knowing that we nearly fell so far now
It’s hard to tell

Yeah we came so close, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I’ll be thinking about you
About you

When I run out of air to breathe
It’s your ghost I see
I’ll be thinking about you, about you

While I reached out for your hand
When the walls were caving in
When I see you on the other side
We can try all over again

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I’ll be thinking about you
About you

When I run out of air to breathe
It’s your ghost I see
I’ll be thinking about you, about you

‘Cause it was almost love, it was almost love
It was almost love, it was almost love

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