My Hero

One Lone AR Soldier Carries Her Gun

On a recent trip to Korea, I stayed with a family who
rescues farm animals, but on special occasions, they eat
dogs. At a recent exposition in Connecticut, I met a group
of people who rescue Greyhound racing dogs by placing some
into loving families and putting others up for adoption.
Each and every member of this group eats farm animals. Is
there really a difference between the two groups?

I know one New York state woman who owns an animal
sanctuary, giving eternal refuge to crippled dogs that few
humans would ever adopt, while eating chicken, claiming that
she herself is too sick to eat an entirely plant-based diet.

Many AR activists who march and hold up signs, or scream
slogans at women and men wearing furs, continue to drink
milk and eat cheese, and in doing so, participate in
supporting the most abusive of farm practices.

The majority of animal rights advocates wage war upon
factory farm practices by promoting so-called compassionate
animal slaughter laws. These altruistic but misguided people
promote larger living spaces for doomed animals, and raise
and spend millions of dollars by sending out multiple
mailings under the guise of rescuing and providing sanctuary
for these animals, all fated to die under the sharp blade of
a butcher's knife. Seems to me that at the moment of death,
the unfortunate animal does not give a damn, and dies with
pain and fear.

Many pleas for your funds promise and misrepresent that you
will be adopting an animal. They do not tell you that their
sanctuaries are filled with amimals, and there is no longer
any room for one or two more of the ten billion who will die
this year. Your dollars will not be used to adopt an animal.
Instead, your money will be used to adopt the philosophy of
promoting animal welfare which exists to further betray
animals.

Many people write about AR issues, and never participate in
a rescue. For them, heartbeats rarely challenge the upper
limits of those adrenalin-driven experiences that really
make a difference to abused animals.

I meet so few animal advocates who are uncompromisingly true
to the spirit of total harmlessness to all living creatures.
There is one who would neither trap a mouse nor swat a moth.

Late at night, and early each morning, she feeds feral cats
who live in the woods near her home. Some of those cats have
been rescued from a lifetime of foraging, and live with her.
They carry incurable feline diseases which require thousands
of dollars of veterinary care each year.

Here is a letter I received from one of the true and
unrecognized heros of the so-called AR movement. Each
weekend during hunting season she walks into the woods with
her gun over her shoulder, attaches her hunting permit to
the orange suit which serves as her notice to hunters that
she is neither to be shot nor eaten, and risks her life by
staying one step ahead of hunters by leading deer to the
safety of a nearby refuge.

Few people know this individual. She has looked death in the
face by attending abusive events such as the notorious Hegin
pigeon shoot. She took the famous video of a hunter biting
the head off of a wounded pigeon. That video was used in a
court case that led to the pigeon-shoot ban. She was
surrounded by hunters, children, teens, fathers, who would
not allow her to drive her car, but she would not give up
that tape. The stalemate ended when hunter-friendly police
arrived.

She has filmed elephant abuse at the hands of circus
trainers, escaping with memories of vile verbal threats. She
has been followed, abused, and continues to fill her
weekends by making protest of animal abuse her life's work.

I received this EMAIL from Kim G. early Saturday morning,
long before dawn broke her Rochester, NY day, long before
swirling winds, chilling temperature, and gusts of snow
promised a foot numbing day:

From: Kim
Subject: Hi, ho, the merry oh, a-hunting we will go.

"Robert,

I can't believe I still haven't recovered from being in the
woods earlier this week, and now I'll soon be off again.
There's a snowstorm here tonight, and I hate driving in that
for hours on dark roads, some made of dirt or gravel.

Hopefully the guy with the camo ski mask and the infrared
rifle scope won't be there again. I had a confrontation with
him on Monday, and I saw his scope trained on me. It was
nerve wracking. Kimberly"

I sit at home today in the comfort of my warm office,
looking forward to watching the Giants and Jets football
games, opening up email, and writing columns for the coming
week while my hero goes alone into the woods.

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