PET(A) against human?
There’s an ongoing campaign for animal rights running on several blogs and newspapers, sustaining a petition for the Animal Police to be established in Romania. I have serious doubts about its justifications.
Imagine people going to jail for hurting a cat or a dog or a cow… Then, half + 1/3 of the population of this planet should go on trail for being omnivores! Now, seriously: What if it were an accident you have 0 witnesses to? How are you going to prove you’re NOT guilty? (And I think about myself first hand.)
It’s OK to make laws to punish persecutors by giving them some high fines and a large set of prohibitions, but sending people to jail? Is that even acceptable? It’s gonna be a human against human fight out there, and no one (i mean NO ONE) has the right to put a soul-less creature above a human being. Call me names and send me back to my origins, for my part I believe God didn’t put them either. (But before you start, read Genesis 2:19-20: Man named animals. Take note of the philosophical meaning of this act, too.)
PS: I’m an animal lover. In my own fashion: last week, I tried to save a kitten from dying in the cold weather. It was quite small, quite recently born and a late night getting back from work I heard it meowing under a car. At first, I passed by thinking I had nowhere to host it. Then slowed my pace, got back 10 yards and tried to get it out from underneath. No luck. I went home and persuaded my so-called boyfriend to help me. At 12 AM, with a cup of yoghurt in one hand (had no milk in the house; went to buy some 10 mins later) and a towel in the other, we went cat-searching. He managed to take it out and into his arms, and headed home while I was off to buying the milk. We put it in the balcony in a carton box cushioned with towels thinking the next day we will take it to a vet for shots and medication. This never happened ‘cuz I didn’t want to go alone and neither Bogdan would help me. So the next morning I saw it leaving in his hands to be left outside. By the evening, when I came home, it was gone (’cuz I didn’t hear it meowing). I spent my next 2 hours crying & yelling at Bogdan for being such an insensitive prick. Right now, I believe I wasn’t any less a coward myself.