Effy Stonem.



Also.
I need Johnny Depp.
Like right now.



I'm not the happiest of campers at the moment, because another baby seal have been clubbed to death by a Canadian fisherman.
This massacre has been going on for decades now, and as an animal rights activist I find it totally unacceptable that the Canadian Government is supporting such cruel practice. They even raised the annual seal hunt quotas to the highest levels in history!
After becoming a member of numerous animal rights organization, I have learned one thing. It is never enough to be heartbroken. Not enough to feel sorry for whatever's happening. Which is why I decided that this year, I will dedicate one blog entry about this issue to raise awareness.
Here's a brief background on Canada's Seal Hunt I found over at www.harpseals.org:
Each year, in the harp seal slaughter, a few thousand Canadian fishermen bludgeon and shoot two-week to two-month-old seals, hook and drag them and skin many of these pups while they are still alive and conscious. They then sell the skins to European and Asian furriers. The bodies of these seals are left to rot.
In this competitive commercial slaughter, each sealer charges across the ice floes in an effort to kill as many seal pups as he can before someone else gets the pups. In 2008, sealers on longliners on the Front (the second phase of the seal hunt, off the coasts of Newfoundland and Labrador) killed their quota of seals in just two days.
This atmosphere discourages adherence to rules and regulations, such as checking for blinking eyes before skinning the seal pups. Observers of the hunt have documented hundreds of violations of these regulations, but the Canadian Department of Fisheries and Oceans (DFO), which regulates the seal hunt, has rarely levied any charges against the perpetrators.
In 2008, four sealers were killed and four sealing vessels were destroyed in the treacherous icy waters. The Canadian Coast Guard rescued several sealers (at Canadian taxpayers' expense), but some sealers died in the attempted rescue. Read the news reports about the 2008 slaughter here.
The slaughter of seals in Canada has taken place for hundreds of years. Today, this annual ritual offers so little economic value to the sealers, and even to the sealing boat captains (whose take is usually 50%), that many stayed home in 2008.
To learn more about the history of sealing in Canada and the modern seal hunt, visit our About the Hunt section.
One person who has observed the slaughter of seal pups for many years and who was born and raised in the sealing province of Newfoundland and Labrador is Rebecca Aldworth. In her journal, she described what she saw on the ice floes:
"As we passed one large red vessel, we saw sealers jump off the side onto the ice. They ran towards a single live seal pup, hakapiks in hand.
The pup, sensing danger, tried desperately to crawl towards the edge of the water. But the two men bearing down on her were faster. One sealer struck her on the side, then twice again on the head. He grabbed her hind flippers and pulled her back across the ice, stopping to club her twice more. He grabbed her front flipper and turned her over.
But then the second sealer kicked the wounded pup with his boot. Seeing a reaction, he motioned to the first sealer, who clubbed her four more times on the head.
Not to be outdone, the second sealer grabbed his hakapik and clubbed the baby seal once more. He flipped her over and began to cut her open -- only to roll her back over so the first sealer could club her three more times. This poor baby seal was clubbed thirteen times in total."
How can you save Harp Seals?
Join the boycott of Canadian Seafood and encourage your local grocer and restaurant to do the same.
Write to Gucci, Prada, and Versace, to express your opinion of their products made from Harp Seal pups.
If you are a Canadian citizen, write to your MPP / MPP and express your opinion of the seal hunt.
Write to Canada’s Minister of Fisheries and Oceans and express your opinion of the seal hunt.
Urge Canada’s Minister of International Trade to Stop the Seal Hunt.
Learn more about Seals and consider joining organizations that are rallying to end the seal hunt.


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well, not exactly, but it definitely felt like it. this was my very first near-death experience (without the whole light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel stuff), and i will never ever forget it.
my shift had just ended. i was in front of one of the condo buildings right outside our office, waiting for a cab ride home. i caught one after waiting for almost five minutes. when we got outside the eastwood city, there was no traffic. naturally, the driver was speeding through the highway, and i really do not mind because i was dying to get home that day.
so there i was. sitting comfortably at the back, my mind wandering, when a pedestrian suddenly seemed to appear on the crosswalk. in panic, the driver tapped on the break pedal, throwing me off my seat. when the car stopped, the pedestrian was only a foot away glaring at the driver. the cab driver glared right back and started cursing at the pedestrian. this made the other guy even more upset, and they began cursing and pointing fingers at each other. the pedestrian, red with rage, went to the front passenger side. he then took his backpack, opened it, and started rummaging inside, like he was looking for something. my heart began beating wildly, red flags and flashing lights went off in my head. i could feel that something bad is about to happen, and my suspicions we're instantly confirmed when the man who almost got hit took out a .45 pistol and pointed it to the cab driver. my face went white with fear. my whole body was quivering. tears had started to form in the corner of my eyes. i was so scared to death, dreading whatever's about to happen next. in whisper, i asked the driver to just go, that i should not be involved, and that i would like to go home. the driver, hearing my plea, decided to drive off, leaving the pedestrian behind. and because i was sooo afraid that he's still pointing the gun at us, i never looked back.
as soon as i got home i immediately told my boyfriend what happened. even though it wasn't me who was threatened at gun point, it was still a nerve-wracking, extremely awful experience.