Spring is in the air, soon flowers will start to bloom and you can feel the anticipation. New life crawling over the coldness of winter. This is my favorite time of the year. You can feel the hope in the air. Everything is clear and pretty and fresh. But this is also a very sad time for me. For now, the yearly slaughter of the beloved dolphins starts in Taiji. As new life blooms in Africa, sacred lives get taken away brutally in Japan.

I try and stay away from the social media platforms because I do not want those images burnt into my soul. Every now and then you are too slow and the posts get to you. A blue cove day, Yeah no precious blood was spilled today, I will sigh. Then the heart-chilling photo of dolphins struggling in the blood of their family, their pod. You either get pulled out of the bloodied ocean and transported to a life of captivity to entertain that pests of earth, the human race, or even worse you get sold to the cruel armies of the world, to be used in their ever growing money making warfare. If you lucky I suppose, you get killed, while you stare into the eyes of your attackers.

Why? Why in this world of plenty do we really need to eat dolphin or whales? Why? To satisfy the greed of humans. I recently read that a bill is being discussed in America to legalize the slaughter of dogs in shelters because the Chinese want it on their menus. Really? Why?

Because I want it. The motto of now, I want it, so give it to me.

The animals are dying but I want to shoot a rhino, to hang its head on my wall. Why, because I want to! Hey, I will shoot a magnificent elephant while he is eating, and then my whole family will sit on it and laugh. Sharks are being killed in hundreds of thousands a year. Why? Because I want to eat shark fin soup. Because I want to.

Why must the human race destroy and rape everything in its path? To get what? Satisfaction for a sad miserable life. Would it not be hundred times more satisfying to save and protect those animals, see the whales and dolphins swimming in the wide beautiful oceans. Protect those who can’t talk for themselves. What would you prefer soft cuddling doggie kisses or a piece of meat on your plate? Awesome dolphins surfing and jumping in the oceans or a sad show in a small pool, carrying mistaken cruel humans on their backs.

If you preferred the later I really don’t want to know you. I would prefer if a tsunami wiped you from the earth. Perhaps soon, I pray. Why? Because I want that.