So, another year of the killing fields has begun, or should I say killing ice fields. Seventeen-thousand newborn baby seals had their heads crushed in and were no doubt skinned alive in front of their mothers for the fashion industry last week.
More than 250,000 are to follow.
All of you trappers and outfitters ought to be proud of your two-digit IQ brethren on the East Coast.
Now that’s some kind of “harvest,” 17,000 bushels in just two days. All three of you are like some kind of human subspecies that failed to evolve. Your days are numbered.
I only hope everything is not completely wiped out prior to that ending. We have learned nothing by history and staring at our footprint. We have simply become more efficient at it.
Speaking of the efficiency of death, the butchery of baby seals on the pack ice may finally be reaching its own dodo bird status.
Once the European ban gets in place, this sad and despicable death industry will turn to soil. Even the Russians have banned this tribal and macabre yearly ritual. It’s amazing that, in these days of enlightenment around the environment, people still consider wearing a fur coat or having a head on a wall as some kind of fashion or class statement. It makes a statement alright.
The Canadian government spends more money trying to police this act of sheer lunacy than the money raised from it, so it makes no economic sense.
It goes further in its subsidization by allowing a hunt to continue without a market.
Next, are you going to start building warehouses to store the rotting furs in? Start in the Far North.
There is legitimate use of resources and then there are illegitimate uses of life and the rape of the land.
The coastal fishermen who make up the majority of the sealers are the very same people who drove the cod to virtual extinction. Rather than modernize their economy the federal government uses this barbaric slaughter as a cheap buyout.
Not only is the area no longer a have-not province, but, again, economics is absurd as a justification for this brutal yearly tragedy.
Let’s hope this letter is a nice addendum to your forthcoming eulogy as an industry and may you never rise again from the consignment to history.
Time for this inhumane, anachronistic slaughter to become extinct.