The death of top race horse Twist Magic, who fell and broke a leg at Newbury yesterday (Wednesday), has hit national headlines. But his destruction is far from unusual. A horse dies almost every day on British racecourses. In fact, there was a second death of a horse yesterday, which received no mention in the national press. The unknown fatality was Gilsland, who collapsed and died at Bangor racecourse.
The British Horseracing Authority has refused over many years to make public the names and numbers of horses who are killed. Therefore, in 2007, Animal Aid launched an online database dedicated to exposing the high number of fatalities. Since that time, nearly 600 horses have perished on racecourses
for 16 years you filled my days with love and walks and your funny ways I miss your grin when I enter the room The hole you've left is full of gloom In all those years hardly a day apart Now there's a void that's breaking my heart Thank you for being my loyal friend for your unconditional love to the very end I fell in love the day you chose me when your great big huge paws jumped onto my knee You'd bear gifts of huge spiders and smelly odd socks I'd laugh, say "ahh" or nearly die from the shock two weeks before you reached 16 years Your body so frail it brought me to tears I could see in your eyes you were ready to go But we'll be reunited one day..I just know Peggy was waiting I've now lost you too It's not bye forever this chapter's just new I know you'll both greet me with your usual joy Till then, I love you my best girl and boy
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Out in the garden there is a little white rabbit Like Revlon torture for your clean little habits As you wash your hair to keep it clean You get to wonder why VosenesT green And forget about the silent animal screams
Out in the garden there is a little white dog Shampoo in your eyes like a burning fog But it's tried and tested so you won't go blind Animals killed for the good of mankind For your shining hair so many have died
Out in the garden there is a little white cat And you're catching cancer as you smoke that fag "When will they find the cure?" you choke When enough cats have died of smoke? And they say that animals go for the throat
And the monkeys in the zoo they look so tame In the name of science they removed their brains To think that man evolved from this beast Civilised savages down from the trees The animals who run these laboratories
I'm a rabbit on fire on fire with mascared eyes I'm a white rat acquired by the lab I'm due to be shot shot with experiment waiting in line for the next stab I've got nowhere to run to I've got nowhere to go and no way of telling you that none of you know I burn in hellfire kept alive in my deathbed I'm a monkey with wire in my head I can't touch my face rub my eyes or hear anything suspended twixt living and dead they say I don't know but I live under pressure showing great symptons of breakdown and fracture I've got nowhere to run to I've got nowhere to go and no way of telling you that none of you know If I (RH) had my way I'd be in there today turn the voltage on you burn you down with the whole of your school with your lessons on how to dismiss others' feelings while feeling that you're always ever so kind never cruel but that's you only you of all us creatures on earth that could only be you if only you cared not to kill not to torture not to need to cause pain fear and suffering to be cool you'd have all the friends and the ends and the means to live with the give and the fox in the glove (the atmosphere) on this jewel (the planet) but that's you only you of all us creatures on earth that could only be you you're the mournful red eye of the dog in the cage the howl of despair from the pound forsaken forgotten the live definition the sad lonely meaning of hound and you've got nowhere to run to nowhere to go and no way of telling me that this isn't so for some of us know, and will always care to do so
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There were posters for bobby roberts put up in the village I live in last week ...in the spar and the pubs........and the VETS!
*print outs of this are now in my handbag...
Read up on on what you are promoting for a few lousy quid. Bobby Roberts ...Cruel circus Boycott animal circuses
At Bobby Roberts Circus, currently performing near Huntingdon, we found similar scenes. On the night we visited a horse, a pony and a camel were forced to perform tricks in front of a rowdy crowd. The mismatched animals were cajoled and whipped until they trotted around the outside of the ring. The pathetic looking creatures frequently collided as they desperately tried to obey the commands barked at them. But this was just the beginning of their humiliation. Three little stands were placed in the centre of the circus ring and one by one the animals were forced to leap onto the platforms. There was plenty of room for the pony but barely enough for the horse. The camel just looked ridiculously large when he finally made it onto the tiny perch. link
Anne the elephant is 52 years old, suffers from arthritis, and is touring the UK with Bobby Roberts Super Circus. For over ten years ADI have been following the plight of this tragic elephant, including flying a vet to her when she became desperately ill. Anne’s tragic story symbolises the plight of circus animals. She lives in a wholly unnatural environment, either chained by the legs or living in a small enclosure. When the circus moves from place to place, as it does most weeks, she spends unbearably long hours shut in her transporter – up to nineteen hours at a time. For decades, Anne has toured the UK every summer with two other Asian elephants, Janey and Beverley; but when they died, this social animal was left utterly alone. A metal hook on the end of a bar (an elephant hook, or ankus) is dug into Anne’s skin to make her comply with commands. ADI has filmed a worker hooking Anne with some considerable force. link
Horse drops dead in UK circus ring
Because of the large number of complaints Captive Animals' Protection Society receive about this circus (particularly about the horses - despite what may have been said in parliament and the media recently, domesticated animals - not just wild animals - do suffer in circuses!) and the number of people who come out of the circus upset, CAPS has produced a 'public complaint slip' that can be given to people who come out of the circus and say how upset they are. So if you're holding demos at any circus please email CAPS at firstname.lastname@example.org for a copy of the slip. Preferably get people to fill the info in straight away and give it to you at the demo, or ask them to send the info direct to CAPS.
Another head hangs lowly, Child is slowly taken. And the violence caused such silence, Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. In your head, in your head they are fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are crying
In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie, Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie? Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou
Another mother's breakin', Heart is taking over. When the vi'lence causes silence, We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. In your head, in your head they're still fighting, With their tanks and their bombs, And their bombs and their guns. In your head, in your head, they are dying
In your head, in your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie, Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, In your head, Zombie, zombie, zombie? Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a
The face I see reflected, I know so very well, Yet it seems so unfamiliar a hollow empty shell I know its me I see there the face I wear each day, but my soul it feels so separate as though it travels it's own way I lived a hundred heartbreaks and somehow made it through had my spirit melt like snowflakes Despair at what to do I feel so very weary the road goes on and on I cannot see a resting place Or where the sun has shone I will travel on my life map keep marching right ahead and battle every miss hap my heart a piece of lead I am looking through a window watching my own life Its like a tired old stage show And it cuts me like a knife I cannot see tomorrow know if my heart may lift but sunny thoughts I'll borrow The greatest precious gift
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intellectual energy on
the trivial and the
absurd. It is captivated
by the hollow stagecraft
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