Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell. Edward Abbey

18 April 2006

Capturing Big Animals is Big Business in South Africa

"Game capture is serious business in South Africa ... Animals are bred for a range of purposes: for conservation, for hunting, and for sale to other game reserves. They are captured on both state-owned and private land. Sales from game auctions in the country last year amounted to 93.5 million rand (US$15.30 million) compared with about 101.3 million rand in 2004, according to one estimate ..... "

The only way modern man measures the value of something is in rands and cents. I can't believe these ... stupid, stupid, stupid human beings who think animals are stock to be traded on markets, objects to be used and abused as we wish, to boost the god of economy, to bring in dirty money.


"Listen, I was told to teach you, to open doors for you. I am teaching you. Listen from far away, you are one with every living thing that exists in this world. You are one with the birds and the animals. You are one with the fish in the Zambezi River. You are one with the stars. You are one with the mountains. Animals are you and you are the animals." When we arrived back at her home, she taught me a song that I still remember to this day. The song went, "I see an animal, I see an animal, the animal is me and I am the animal." - Babayena, the healer of the Bantwana people of the Zambezi

"We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy - and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his fathers' graves, and his children’s birthright is forgotten." - Chief Seattle

"Only after the last tree has been cut down.
Only after the last river has been poisoned.
Only after the last fish has been caught.
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten."
- Cree Indian Prophecy

"When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires, where is the thicket? Where is the eagle? Gone." - Chief Seattle


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