Kendall Jones

Diesen tollen Beitrag musste ich einfach zitieren: Warnung furchtbare Bilder

An Open Letter to Kendall Jones - the Hunter Who Has Become The Hunted

To Kendall Jones

You will note I did not start off with the word 'dear' - for I do not wish to address you in an endearing manner

You will also note that I am one of the many people, who have paid a visit to your Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/kendalltakeswild and left comments. ( No wonder you closed your Twitter account and instead made a locked account with @kjones94_ )



Does this look like respect for the dead to you Kendall?

So were  my comments praising you? No indeed they were not. They were letting you know what I think of you and your atrocities.

By the same token, were my comments threatening you? Were they abusive?  Were they calling you foul names? (etc etc etc) No indeed they were not. You see Kendall I do not condone abuse, threats of violence, swearing or name calling. No I do not condone these things at all,  yet nor can I understand what makes you such a sick and twisted person to want to go kill any animal, regardless of  if the animal is cute , beautiful  or not.  ALL  have a right to life and you do not have the right to take that life away. 

Thus I can fully understand why your actions have moved so many  people to threaten you, to wish ill upon you, to call you every rude name under the sun and then some!  For that, I am afraid you only have yourself to blame.

So  what has driven people to this anger and outrage? What has made the hunter become the hunted?

Could it possibly be down to the photos of a once beautiful and majestic lion that you stole the life from and then braggingly posted  upon that Facebook page? Could it possibly be down to the other pictures videos and comments where you brag  about your atrocities?




  

Here you are  again Kendall, demonstrating  arrogance contempt and lack of respect for the lion you murdered

and  look ,here you are again Kendall, actually having the nerve to stand
on this elephant , the life of which you stole.

 You said: '' First dangerous 7 game down!! One of the prettiest animals in all of the land! ''

I say: you think killing this once beautiful leopard is something to smile, smirk and laugh about Kendall?




Most children (and adults)  would  give anything to see a leopard in the wild just  to admire it,  but even as a child all Kendall Jones cared about was killing them

So Kendall, I get the feeling this is why people have commented on your Facebook page. The hunter has become the hunted. Thousands of messages  from shocked and angry people have  landed on your page and told you exactly what they think of you faster than you can block and ban them.

 

 

 

You thought you could silence some of them didn't you Kendall? 
 You thought wrong. You certainly have not silenced me have you Kendall. Every time I take a moment to peek at your Facebook page I see the flood of angry, bewildered and shocked comments aimed  your way, far more against you than for you. Does that not tell you something?

 Various Petitions against you are springing up left right and centre and thousands are signing them.  These petitions range from calls to have Facebook remove your page to calls for you to be banned from entering Africa.

Does that not tell you  something? If what you are doing is 'so right' to you, why are so many speaking up and speaking out against you?  You may feel you are just doing what you enjoy . You may feel there is nothing wrong in what you do and have a right to do it. Oddly enough the Nazis thought the same.

People said it was crazy when women wanted the vote -

 

People said it was crazy to  want an end  to slavery -

 

People said it was crazy to want to end Apartheid -

 

Crazy, radical, whatever you wish to call it Kendall  but  there will always be people like us and we will keep fighting against injustice, animal exploiters, hunters and hunting and we WILL win this war eventually

 

So you think those of us who are vegetarian, vegan,  anti-cruelty, anti-exploitation,anti-hunting etc  are crazy don't you Kendall.   You like to poke  fun on your page at those of us who have respect and compassion for our fellow planet dwellers. That is fine, you can think that if you wish, but perhaps next time you preen in front of the mirror  take a good long hard look at yourself  and see the truth of an ugly soul looking back at you.

Your vanity in it's sickening need to proudly pose next to a dead animal is highly unattractive. Your need to place your foot upon  the body of an animal is a concern. I suggest you get some therapy and soon.

                                 her teeth may be bleached  white  these days but her bloodlust remains the same
 

 

 

 

It seems to me you grew up sick and twisted Kendall. While most teen girls worried about boys  and had pop star crushes, you were busy  killing  wildlife  and thus crushing the life out of them

                                                       you are pictured here at 13  Kendall.  

  

 

  You talk about conservation Kendall,  that is a big CON yes

 

The only reason hunters spout about conservation is because they want plenty of animals to kill!

 

Please don't try to kid us OR yourself that you give a damn about wildlife Kendall

 

People that give a damn don't go chasing around the world spending  thousands of dollars to kill

 

Those that give a damn simply donate money to protect the world's wildlife

Do not claim you want to help, help should never be offered with a price tag, especially if that price is the loss of a life.

 

And that reminds me Kendall, posting the picture below about how you were going to take these  things over for the poor children in Africa  may make you feel like Lady Bountiful  but I put it to you that the thousands of dollars you spend killing  just one lion or other wildlife is more money than the average African will see in a lifetime, or many lifetimes! It would probably build a school, or a hospital. If you really truly cared Kendall you would put your money to that, instead of trying to fool people that you are about conservation.  Kendall, you only care about blasting at some animal who has done nothing to you. You only care about getting your  self publicity and perhaps a TV show. ( If you do, we will be ready with our boycotts!!) .  Well you are getting that publicity now aren't you Kendall, albeit perhaps not the kind you would like! Mud sticks. As it should!

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Reader, thank you for taking the time  to read this. (May I ask that you please share this with likeminded friends? ) Thank you to those who take the time to leave a comment.

 

  If you are as angered as I am at the atrocious activities by Kendall Jones and other hunters like her, then please be pro-active and fuel that energy into something positive , It is easy to just type angry comments, but it does not change anything. Make your voice heard in a more positive way . Many of the trophy hunters come from the USA thus   please contact the Director of US Fish and Wildlife Service to  demand a ban on the import of 'trophys' into America  

https://twitter.com/DirectorDanAshe

http://radiogirlproductions.blogspot.de/2014/06/an-open-letter-to-kendall-jones-hunter.html


bitte unterstützt da!

Baba Jaga

Баба Яга - фигура, которая всегда возбуждала меня.

Musik die mich heute Erfreut:
Faun Eden

Hellweghexe

Hi,
Jetzt mag ich meine geschätzten LeserInnen mal gezielt ansprechen:
Gibt es etwas Besonderes über das ich eurer Meinung nach mal schreiben sollte?
Wollt ihr etwas Bestimmtes wissen?
Mir fehlt nämlich langsam die Motivation weiter zu schreiben.
Es gibt absolut kein Feedback. Weder positiv noch negativ.

Ruhe nach dem Sturm

Ich lese gerade einen Roman (der sich einigermaßen an das Wissen seiner Zeit hält) über Karl den Großen.
Ich bin im Momnet an der Stelle wo die Sachsenkriege beginnen. Die zerstörung der heiligen Haine.
Ich las und dabei klingt mir das Geräusch der Motorsägen in den Ohren.

Heute fallen Bäume weil die Natur sie nahm - und doch weiß ich das man Maßnahmen hätte ergreifen können. Einen Flachwurzler in einen Windschlauch pflanzen? Straßenbäume so eng pflanzen?
Das sind keine Guten Ideen!
Bonifacius würde sich die Hände reiben wenn er mich hätte sehen können als ich eine Träne für die alte Pflaume vergoss die ich liebte. Der Baum begleitete mich durch meine Kindheit, kannte all meine Geheimnisse und Sorgen. 
Und doch haben wenigstens die beiden kleinen Apfelbäumchen geschafft. Sie werden sogar ein paar Äpfel tragen. Wenn alles weiterhin gut geht.

Eine 5 köpfige Gruppe junger THWler in meinem alter oder 2-3 Jahre älter tapperte gestern durch unseren Garten und setzten uns auf die Warteliste.
Da ich die leicht flehenden Blicke bemerkte versorgte ich sie noch mit Wasser und Kaffee. In 2-3 Wochen kommen sie wieder um die Bäume aus dem Garten zu entfernen.

Gewittergedanken

Rohe Naturgewalten. Zahllose umgestürzte Bäume.
Unsere Hauspflaume niedergewalzt.
Trauer
Entsetzen ob der Macht der Natur.

Ich höre seit Stunden das Album von Wendy Rule: Black Snake.  A Will of its Own - in der Tat.

Im Auge des Sturmes

Über Teilen des Ruhrgebietes gingen in der Nacht Gewitter und Starkregen runter.
Bei uns im Garten haben ein paar Bäume aus der Stadtpflanzung unseren kompletten unteren Gartenteil zerstört. Ein uralter Pflaumenbaum wurde unter einer Linde begraben. Unsere Pflaume...:(
Die öffentlichen Grünstreifen hat es komplett zerlegt - viele Bäume brachen ab und sind nichtmehr zu retten.
In anderen Städten des Ruhrgebiets sieht es ähnlich aus.
Hoffentlich kommt jetzt nurnoch Regen!

Tapfere weise Kämpferin

Den Link hat mir eine gute Freundin geschickt. Ich habe selbst fast geweint als ich die Worte des mädchens las. Gerade ich die schon mehrfach Freunde und Familie mit dem grimmigen Krustentier hab kämpfen sehen.

Bitte an Holle (die hier weiße Frau Wittiwer geheißen haben mag)

Danke dir Holle, 
Für den Hollerbusch.
Ich nahm mir Blüten,
Die Blüten deines Busches werden Fieber Lindern, Schmezen nehmen und Gaumen und Nase erfreuen.
Ich nahm nicht viel, auch die die nach mir kommen werden sich nehmen können.
Nichts brach ich überflüssig ab - alles wurde verwendet.
Gib deinen Segen und lasse mich im Herbst auch die Beeren ernten. Für mich und meine Familie wie seit alters her.

Kanada - Gänse

Die Kanadagänse haben noch immer ihren Nachwuchs in der nähe. In wenigen Monaten werden sie wieder an die Ruhr fliegen und dort überwintern. Doch nun werfen sie erst einnmal alte Pfedern ab. Das ist super, da ich vor einiger Zeit darüber nachgedacht habe mir eine Federmobile zu werken. Holle läst grüßen.
Zur Holle gibt es um den 21. noch mehr - in der Ideenwerkstatt.

GabrielleLouise

Es ist herrlich abends noch am Computer zu sitzen, am geöffneten Fenster, Die Vögel singen und der eigene Lebensweg liegt vor einem. Manchmal wird man maudlin, aber heute bin ich voller Begeisterung und möchte euch teilhaben lassen an meiner Entdeckung: Eine amerikanische junge Musikerin. Gabrielle Louise
Was soll ich sagen, ihr Blog macht lust auf Amerika - nein, auf die weite Strasse vor einem, ein einfaches, bewusstes Leben.

"

"In the mono-cropped suburbs of Phoenix I suffer from the sameness, wondering at what it is that makes an American feel safe inside the asphalt. Whole Foods, Home Depot, Costco, Kinko's, Ross. Whole Foods, Home Depot, Costco, Kinko's, Ross. Whole Foods, Home Depot, Costco, Kinko's, Ross. I know there is soil somewhere beneath the concrete casing, but what else is beneath it, quietly waiting? What art is frozen there, what revolutionary ideas? No, creativity can't germinate here.

And now we're in Sedona, at a campsite by a creek. The wilting songs in me have sprung back to life. The sun is playing on the current as it swells around some pebbles. Tonight we play at a chocolatisserie where the seats are hammocks hung from pinion trees! Oh, the variety of each day's work! The variety of every friend that rises up from the crowd to throw their arms around you -- your souls have already met in the ether between the stage and the seating. They shook hands hours ago when the lights dimmed, and everyone tuned in, and the notes let go from the throats and the hands, and the words tore from the band like a page from The Real Book.

Yes, you've got new friends before you step off stage, and they open their home, and their innermost hopes, and seeing that you are a collector of dreams, ignite, sharing unique perspective and insight. Every deal is cut with trust, and every move with wanderlust, and here, come with me I know the ropes, I work the boats, you don't get sea-sick, do you? And now it's a new place, and we're meeting hopeful eyes on another new face, songs by a fire in the Midwestern plains, peacocks barking operatic and shrill, smoke swirling up to the crisp stars.

It's so nice to meet you. You need a ride? Come with us. Bring your instrument. Share the front seat with me. Here. Put your foot here and we'll all fit. Stuff the ukelele up on the dash, or hold it in your lap. In your lap on my lap. Sorry, it smells like dirty clothes in here. Can you grab the steering wheel while I take a bite of this burrito? Mexican is the only local shop on this stop. Hey, on this one, too. Where's the main strip? It's all corporate bullshit except the main strip. Whole Foods, Home Depot, Costco, Ross. Look, there's a Mexican joint, a bean burrito is always a safe bet. No, don't get gas yet, we can make it to the next gig. This one's a theater, we'll sell some schwag. Get a good tank tomorrow. Promoter said it took 'em two days to set up the lighting rig. Jesus! We just need one condenser mic, that's all.

Gentleman in line wanted to know what kind of guitar I play. I told him it was a fancy case for a rifle. Think you can beat that bully with your banjo? Just if we need to, of course. Alright, let's hit it, sister. We're late for sound check, we'll run those harmonies in the car. Think you can swing it this time without a chart? Here, let's cut that one from the set list til we've got it just right. There go the stage lights, the dust is streaming up from the dance floor, burning up on the blue bulbs. I can't see anyone but the girl in the front row with the cell phone glow on her forehead. Her eyes are illuminated vacancies traced with red. Look, lady, we could be friends. Turn off, tune in. There we are, now we're starting to win 'em. They're holding their breath, you can hear a pin drop, that's what my mom always said. Kiss the mic, honey, let me hear your words, now. Enunciate. Smile more. Don't stop smiling unless you're singing about dying. Show them your soul. With you mouth closed they can't see it, and they sure as hell can't hear it. That sounds stiff. Slur it. Take a bigger breath, resonate, make it all the way through the end of the phrase. You'll feel it a few bars in, even if you start out fakin' it. There it is. Three hours sleep can't compete with this adrenalin. Bearded boy by the ticket booth says he lives in a tree house. Wanta see it? Sure, let me pack up the merch case, there's nobody buying CDs -- already they've forgotten we made 'em feel that way.

They're all at the bar now, spending their money on something they can taste. Your order's up, Frank! Frank! Your order's up. These days people don't spend much on their ears. The waiter drops the plate on the table like a turd in a toilet. Shit man, I wouldn't eat that. Can you pay us fifty extra instead of this drink tab? Dude in the corner just gave us an eighth of pot and high-tailed it out the door. Didn't even tell me his name. Said he liked the song about "Turn Myself in Monday." Car's all packed now. No, we aren't sisters. Sure does feel like it, though. Thanks for having us, see you in six months. Yes, it's a D-35. Bye now.

Gig tomorrow's in a barn, the Dobro player said Pete Seeger lives down the street. He's pickin' us up at the station in Easton. No, not Pete Seeger. The Dobro player. His name's Dave. Ah, I can't believe it! I lost the ticket. Sir, I just bought the ticket two minutes ago. It must have fallen out of my pocket, see how loose my pockets are? Ok, pass the instruments up, there's room on this luggage rack back here. No, no Mam', we can't check them. Look, this guitar was my old man's, OK? It's the only thing I care about in the whole world. Yes, it'll fit, I promise. I've put it up there a million times. Gentleman in the seat behind wants to know what kind of music we play. I don't know, man, go to the website. here's a sticker. Yeah, a stupid sticker. I don't know where to put it either, I put 'em on my old man's guitar case, show him I've been all over the place just like him. But if I didn't play guitar, I don't know what I'd do with it. Toss it out, probably. Or put it in a bathroom stall, or give it to a kid. The city scape is flying by the window. Whole Foods, Home Depot, Costco, Kincos, Ross. Construction. Trash stuck in the rail road ties. Branches. Brush. Branches. Shadows. Light. Shadows. Light. Shadows.

Negatives on a reel.

Gig tomorrow's in a barn, where a thousand hats are hanging on the walls. I bet Dave will sit in with us for a tune, he and I used to play four days a week in Harvard Square, at this Irish Pub. Til the owner found out I wasn't 21. That was the end of that gig! I lived in Mission Hill then, by all the hospitals. The sirens came right in, kept me company. No, go ahead, get some rest. I know you've been carrying that 40 pound banjo baby all around the city. I used to lug my guitar up a big old hill and four flights of stairs. Always outta wind when I got to the top. But I felt like my dad, never went anywhere without my guitar, just like him. No, I know. Get some rest. We'll be up late tonight. Dan's a crazy cat, man. He plays everything but the tuba, even plays the tractor. I swear. This jam'll last til sunrise.

We live in the in-betweens, you and me. When they're working, we're sleeping. When they're playing, we're working. When they're sleeping, we're playing. Under a set of stars so sharp you could cut your forehead on them. Oh, I'd love to sing that one! Let me try. Jeeze, I don't think I can remember it. My finger's can't find the frets. Songs die, you know, if you don't play them. You gotta play them or they die. I gotta whole new crop now, try this one. You'll like this one. You said you want an autograph?!? Nah, man, you don't want an autograph. We're just buds. Who the hell invented the autograph?

And then it all slams to a stop.

You're smacked in the face with the stillness while doing something like watching a spider squirm inside a mason jar on the south window sill.

You're doing something like dusting off books, or watching a square pool of light crawl across the tile floor and shift into a diamond as the day dies

You're standing at the kitchen window drinking tea while a bobcat stalks through the garden at dusk

You're seeing the spotlight moon rise through a stage curtain of clouds, listening to the typewriter-striking-the-paper sound. It's just like the slow clap of a solitary audience member in Fresno, that gig you played last week and a thousand million years ago

Friends ask how the tour was. You say, "good."
"

Wen diese Zeilen nicht berühren...

Der Blog macht süchtig. 

Ideenwerkstatt: Plastikfasten 2.0 !

 Natur:

Lange ist mir nichts passendes zu der Ideenwerkstatt eingefallen. Das Thema war super und alles  spirituell versuche ich mich ja gerade an den Waldgottheiten / männlichen Gottheiten / Naturgottheiten aber konkret zum Thema Natur?






 Von einer guten Freundin habe ich vor einiger Zeit von der Aktion Plastik fasten gehört. Die Aktion lief aber wohl schon letztes Jahr. Zeit für eine Neuauflage!
Da ich da schon durch meine Schullaufbahn sensibilisiert wurde und ich es gewohnt bin auch mal zu impovisieren habe ich beschlossen mich der Aufgabe zu stellen. Einige Dinge werden Zeit brauchen, andere werden sich nicht ersetzen lasssen oder die Alternativen sind utopisch teuer (Menstruationshygieneartikel). Da ich noch bei meinen Eltern lebe und dies ein Zustand ist der sich so schnell auch nicht ändern wird, sehe ich auch da einige Herausforderungen. (Danke Mama , du bist die beste)
Ich werde darüber hinaus immer abwiegen ob ein gutes Produkt das an sich nachhaltig ist und meinem Körper gut tut sich aber in Plastikbehältern befindet, durch ein anderes ersetzt wird das meinem Körper nicht bekommt. Konkret sehe ich da zum Beispiel wenig Chancen mein Shampoo durch eine Haarseife o. ä. zu ersetzen. Meine Versuche mit Aleppo - Seife sind nach fast 6 Monaten  kläglichst gescheitert und mein Haar sieht schlimmer aus als je zuvor. Total brüchig und strohig.  Doch vor einigen Tagen fand ich dann das Sante - Shampoo Sortiment das meinen Haaren zu bekommen scheint. Leider steckt das in einer Plastikflasche. Mir graut es vor dem nächsten Haarschneidetermin.
Also werde ich auch versuchen Plastik zu recyceln.7 Wochen gebe ich der Sache erstmal. Dann beginne ich nämlich auch schon bald mein Praktikum. In der 1. Woche wohne ich zu Gast in einer WG. Die haben aber mit öko wihl wenig am Hut.
Dann wohne ich auf dem Land in der Wohnung die mir vom "Arbeitgeber" zur verfügung gestellt wird. Mehr weiß  ich da aber nicht.
Also erst mal 5 Wochen.

Wer hat lust mit zu machen?
Auf der Website des BUND gibt es alle relevanten Informationen!

(das Logo das meine Freundin mir zeigte finde ich übrigens grottig)

Also hab ich mir ein paar Freiheiten genommen: