Pittsburgh *ping*
Never heard of a dog that could live underwater. Also, never heard to a dog filleted and served with tartar sauce.
Oh, fish can feel the hook I'm sure.
So what? I feel I want to eat fish.
I'm a human. My feelings come first.
I've known a few PETA people, and their concern for animals exceeds their concern for their fellow humans IMO.
I like the story we had here last winter about PETA supposedly handing out fur coats they'd collected to homeless people. I can't remember if some of them had red paint stains on them or not.
Drove by the billboard this morning. It was a WTF moment. I petted 3 dogs today and they all sniffed my butt. I will now eat all my fish sandwiches live.
That should be fun! roflol.
CITGO Bassmaster Classic?
Do I have this right? Is a south american dictator sponsoring a fishing event in the US?
Who cares if fish can feel hooks? We con't catch them to make them feel good.
The existence PETA always reminds me that there is no shortage of a$$holes.
I've heard the national PETA puke on our local radio talk show and I'm really pissed the host, Howie Carr, gives the ass-bleeped dweeb air-timel
PETA is the same as the eco-terrorists
This, despite the fact that I lived (and ate) with a vegetarian woman for 3 years. Turns out she had an unusual, mis-diagnosed gall bladder condition which made eating fatty meat products painful.
When the stones finally passed she was a complete carnivore.
Score one for the meat eaters, chalk my karma up for putting up with her.
A billboard dipicting a dog (via computer animation, of course) subjected to some of the torments routinely inflicted on pigs would have been thought-provoking.
Help me out: Why is it okay to eat pigs (not only eat, but manufacture & process them like widgets), but not okay to eat dogs, cats, monkeys, and dolphins? It can't be a function of intelligence. Is this merely an invidious distinction?
A fish can't run alongside when you ride your bicycle...(maybe the fish needs one, too..).
Fish respond to injury the same way they respond to many other stressors -- rapid swimming with back-and-forth motions. While not definitive, this suggests that fish react to stress/danger/badthings, but do not really have distinct pain. Not that I'm addressing the ethics of causing stress/danger/badthings to fish, just the idea that fish experience what humans call pain.
I have fished for many years on hundreds of lakes. And not once has a fish complained about it's treatment or even given me a dirty look.
Does a fish have a right to eat another fish?
Do I have as much of a right to eat a fish as another fish does?
Serious minds want to know! (ROTFLMAO!!)
Back several years ago I was listing to a radio program where a Higher up in the PETA organization was trying to make their case against using(I believe it was) Baboon Hearts in a child to keep them alive until a human donor could be found. Because of her answer it has stuck in my mind all these years. Now personally if it were my child, use what you want as long as I can have them live another day. Well the talk host found out she had a young child of 6 and put it to her point blank, your kid came down with a heart infection, she has 48 hours to live, the only thing that would save her would be that baboon heart transplant, and if you don't do it, she will die. So would you allow the Drs to do it? She replied I would find another way, after about 5 minutes of avoiding to really answer the question, the host said So you mean you would rather let you child die, and let the baboon live. She said yes, killing another living thing is wrong, even if it were to save her daughter. Right then and there, my heart sunk and prayed to God that her child would never hear what her mother said. It is sad when they care more about animal life then human life.
I have thought about it. And I have come to the conclusion that the bass really enjoy the hooks.
Why else would they leap out of the water at the end of my line and dance that happy dance. It's ecstasy! They love it!
Later, while the happy little bass filets are sizzling on the barby, I imagine all the other happy bass out there in uncounted lakes just about bursting with anticpation of a light coating of butter and a squeeze of lemon as they warm themselves above my coals.
Mmmmmm, bass.