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Monday, February 18, 2008

Where's the Beef? Recalled Due To Sick Cows Found in Slaughterhouse Abuse Videos

Two supervisors charged with criminal acts in this slaughterhouse of horror failed to show up for court appearances last week. Now the undercover video has led to the largest beef recall in U.S. history as officials fear sick cows were used for meat, especially in school lunch programs.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Black Friday, Kathleen Savio, Stacy Peterson & Domestic Abuse

It's called "Black Friday"--the day after Thanksgiving, when retailers hope that the holiday shopping season will put their revenue in the black.

I think it's time for another Black Friday--one that remembers the women and children who are the victims of domestic abuse. After writing about the Drew Peterson saga--and new revelations are forthcoming--I've decided that I've had it with bullies who hurt and terrorize other people.

The bottom line: abusers are cowards. They'll coerce, control, bully, hurt, torture (mentally, spiritually, and physically), and even kill--but only those who are vulnerable to them.

If you know someone who is abusing animals--get away from them. People who abuse animals never stop there.

If you are in an abusive relationship, seek help. Make your escape plan. If you have children at risk, consider this: why do you want their psyches and their very lives to be at risk?

Let's honor the countless victims of domestic abuse on Black Friday. Using the great Ribbon-a-Matic, I've created a special ribbon to remember those who suffer at the hands of abusers.

Feel free to post this on your websites and blogs if you think it has a worthwhile message. All I ask is a link back to this website, as more coverage of the Peterson saga and other relevant issues is planned.

No more excuses. No more letting bullies get away with it. If you know someone who is abusive, don't tolerate it anymore. Don't say "well, it's good ol' Joe's business, but he's a great fishing buddy." Stand up for what's right.

Abusers are cowards, and if enough strong people and strong communities stand against them, they can be outed.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Michael Vick May Face Local Charges in Dogfighting Scandal

Michael Vick may find that his troubles are only beginning. Local prosecutors may send him away for more time than federal charges over his dog fighting scandal can jail him for.

Michael Vick's legal troubles may be far from over.

While the disgraced Atlanta Falcons quarterback awaits a Dec. 10 sentencing hearing after pleading guilty to federal dogfighting charges, the prosecutor in the rural county where the enterprise was located has plans to prosecute Vick as well.

State charges that could include numerous counts of animal cruelty could wind up subjecting Vick to far more prison time than the federal case will earn him.

Source: content.hamptonroads.com

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The Peanut Man

The morning is cool, a mist rising off the land. Just past dawn, still sleepy. But you're moving on down the road anyway.

There, under the trees, steam rising from the boiling pot, blending into the wisps of fog. The peanut man.

With the sun still barely tipping over the rounded earth, and the early morning cries of birds, the crossroads up ahead, you think: what did Robert Johnson first see when he met up with the devil? The fire glows hot as the peanut man smiles, chanting "hot boiled peanuts, fresh, sack 'em up. Hot boiled peanuts."

He hands you the sack, wet, hot, tempting with the fullness of hot boiled peanuts. You both smile, changing your money, fragile slip of paper, for what he has to offer: heat, a crunch, a taste like no other, the peanut, extraordinary food.

You hop back in your car. If you're smart, you find plenty of towels, paper or otherwise. Peanut bag goes in your lap, warming you.

Scoop out a hot boiled peanut. Here's where the juice begins, for real. If you know hot boiled peanuts, you don't crack open the peanut and transfer the meat to your mouth.

No, put the peanut in your mouth. Bite down. The warm, salty water, rich with the taste of peanut rushes across your tongue.

Lap your tongue around the peanut and shell. Suck. This is what life tastes like, meaty, salty, and warm, rich.

Remove peanut and shell, extract peanut. Toss shell somewhere. Return peanut, bare, naked, to your mouth. Taste it fully as you chew, the earthy taste of the simple peanut. Packed with protein, served with panache in that cradling shell, the peanut is about as good as it gets in the simple goodness of life.

If you've found a peanut, a whole bag of hot boiled peanuts, you've found food, warmth, sustenance, an entire culture, and something to muse about as you journey on.

Not to mention peanut shells to throw at your brother or buddy. Doesn't matter. The essence is the peanut, rich, rolling in the currents of history, from the Delta to the dawn of a new techno-millenium.

Brother Peanut is going along for the ride. And the peanut man, he'll always be out there, somewhere. No matter how long or hard the trip, suddenly, you round a curve, and there he is, smiling over his pot.

I Found A Peanut

Monday, February 18, 2008

Where's the Beef? Recalled Due To Sick Cows Found in Slaughterhouse Abuse Videos

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Black Friday, Kathleen Savio, Stacy Peterson & Domestic Abuse

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Michael Vick May Face Local Charges in Dogfighting Scandal

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