Charlotte
Every day, this human goes somewhere, for some purpose, instead of meeting my modest demands for food, shelter, water, and stenographer. When she is present in the apartment in front of her computer, she continues to claim that she has “work” to do and that website updates must wait. To her I must reply, what “work” could possibly take priority over giving the worldwide web notice of the most current objects of my disapproval? She has no response. Of course there is none. And no excuse.
Snide comments about rabbits neglecting their columns when in fact it is the rabbits’ human caretaker who is neglectful
See above.
Take-out and the teenage personnel who deliver it
It’s bad enough when the humans I live with cook for themselves banging pots and pans around in the kitchen that lies mere feet away from the rabbit pen. Sometimes they also order food, cooked off the premises, to be brought to our door. Why is this objectionable? Aside from the testament to humans’ extreme laziness and wastefulness (how much Styrofoam can do you need? Really?) — which is only to be expected from thoughtless bipeds — the most recent example of this “take-out” phenomenon brought two extremely giggly young women to our apartment threshold. They shrieked (in delight, I assume) upon seeing myself, Betty, and Veronica; and proceeded to invite themselves in to pet us rabbits, further shrieking over our cuteness. We are NOT here for your enjoyment, humans, to be ogled at when your aren’t ogling members of your own species. If the arrangement of our features pleases you, rest assured this is purely coincidental and should NOT be regarded as some kind of invitation to treat us as toys/dolls/conversation pieces. The next human to do so shall feel my wrath! And by wrath, I mean teeth.
Israel
How could one mere rabbit disapprove of an entire nation state? Oh, where to begin? I could mention that the very concept of a “homeland” that exists solely for one segment of the earth’s population, chosen by religion and ethnicity and not morally relevant characteristics (like, say, a penchant for not shooting children in the head), is inherently unjust. I could mention that blockading one and half million people in a 7.5mi x 25mi area; refusing to allow regular transport of food, medicine, and fuel into said area; and then firing on outsiders attempting to provide such necessities, is what one might call “terrorism.” If, that is, that term had any actual consistent meaning. So too demolishing homes — with or without warning, with or without the occupants inside. So too refusing pregnant women access to hospitals. So too dropping bombs on a civilian population with nowhere to go except UN refugee camps, which (guess what?) will also have bombs dropped on them. So too agreeing to a ceasefire and continuing to fly bombing missions. Such activities are designed to leave the victims in a state of utter helplessness and uncertainty — a state in which their very lives are continually in jeopardy, through threat of direct violence or the violence that is want of material basics like food or a doctor’s care. What if you didn’t know if you would live through the day? Every day? Would you be, oh, I don’t know, terrified?
Think I’m being too hard on Israel? Think the Israeli government is responding to legitimate threats to “its” people? Think I’m making too much of a few, isolated atrocities? Let me leave you with this fun fact, then you tell me that Israel doesn’t have a long-standing, systemic policy of terrorizing civilians: between 2000 and 2004, 621 children died from small arms’ fire at Israeli checkpoints, in the street, on their way to school, and in their homes in the Gaza strip and the West Bank. Of those, two thirds had wounds in the chest, neck, and head – “the sniper’s wound,” in the words of Dr. Derek Summerfield in the British Medical Journal. 621 children. Shot by trained Israeli soldiers. Famed for their shooting accuracy.
1 Comment
February 16, 2009 at 5:59 pm
thank you, archie, for your insights…god definitely put you precious animal-people here for a reason! get your stenographer to show you the e-mail i sent her regarding israel…you are a blessing….