That’s not right
I heard that there was a murder committed by four teens on an illegal immigrant a while ago in Shenandoah, Pennsylvania. I found out today that someone had been supposedly decapitated on a commercial-run long distance bus called Greyhound, which is even closer to home than Shenandoah.
Shenandoah Murder
What the hell is this? A hate crime? Surely those involved in the killing get harsh sentencing. Even if the victim said some racial slurs back at them, it’s still wrong. It’s just another excuse for being afraid.
I’m really disappointed in the four teens who were involved. What a waste of life and intelligence (if they even have any).
My condolences goes out to the deceased’s family and friends, especially his fiancé.
Greyhound Beheading
Now this is really disturbing. Apparently the killer knew the victim, and acted normal the entire trip. And during the killing, one of the witnesses said that it looked as if he were a robot. We don’t even know what the motive was. The victim was 22 years old.
My heart goes to the victim’s family and friends. I hope justice will be served, and I hope the victim did not suffer too much.
Lolita: A life worth dying for
Lolita, originally known as Tokitae, was captured on August 9, 1970. Since then she has lived a life of slavery. Imagine living your life, then one day you’re captured in a net, and forced to do repetitive tricks twice a day for nearly four decades, in a kiddy pool? Never mind that, because killer whales’ brains are five times larger than our own! Imagine what goes through her mind every day.
Here’s a quote from Miamiseaprison.com:
“ The USDA Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS) states that the primary enclosure for a killer whale (Orcinus Orca) must have a minimum horizontal dimension of no less than 48 ft in either direction with a straight line of travel across the center. You must be able to draw a circle with a 48-foot diameter in the pool.
Lolita’s tank is only 35 ft. from the front wall to the slide-out barrier. At its deepest point, it is only 20 ft. deep. This is clearly an ILLEGAL tank, but no one is enforcing the law. In other words, while Lolita is left cramped in this clearly substandard tank, APHIS is NOT doing their job. They gave the Seaquarium a variance from 1979 to 1984 to allow them five years to upgrade the tank. Her conditions have never been improved.
In September of 1998, the Humane Society of the United States filed a formal complaint regarding the size of Lolita’s tank. And they have continuously objected to the federal government’s failure to enforce the Animal Welfare Act. The USDA is NOT enforcing the law. ”
This is just a small portion of what’s wrong with the Miami Seaquarium. You can find out more by going here: http://www.miamiseaprison.com/faq.htm
The 38th anniversary of her capture will be this coming August 9th. I wish I was able to go to Miami to boycott at the Seaquarium with all the others that will be doing so. And I’m not the type of person that would boycott… that’s saying something.
It means, the Miami Seaquarium is a horrible place for sea creatures. This is a fact, trust me.
Tokitae deserves a better life. She is well equipped to return to her family, and I’m quite sure her relatives would be happy with her return (although they’ll likely be surprised!) Imagine how jubilant her mother, Ocean Sun, would be. I get excited just thinking about it.
First entry—“Humble beginning”
Well, dearest reader, I thank you for taking the time to take a look at my blog.
Best Friend’s Sweet 16
My friends and I celebrated a fellow friend’s sixteenth birthday on the sixth. Although her birthday is on the twenty-second, there was little choice for a date to celebrate; everyone was busy, and I was to leave for New York City early in the morning the next day.
We went to a rock climbing facility, and had some fun there. Half of the party-goers played poker while the rest climbed the walls—they either had no money, or had some issue that made them incapable of climbing (at least two friends have back issues).
I had managed to scale a few walls, but only with one had I managed to reach the top. I stood there while my friend (the birthday girl) took a picture of me.
We then ordered in pizza after all of us climbers became exhausted, and ate. A long while later the presents were opened one by one. I held my gift for last, because I knew it was a gift that she was not expecting. (Always save best for last!)
Finally she opened my birthday card, which mentioned something along the lines of “Your birthday is one of my favourite days of the year” and (next page) “Because you’re one of my favourite friends!”
Then, she opened the present… a book titled Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I saw her face light up with a smile, and she hugged me.
After that we went to a movie theatre, to see Hancock. Unfortunately the next movie was in two hours, and overall it just would not work out. So we played games in the arcade area until everyone had to go. When it was my turn to leave, I gave her a big hug while she was setting up for another round of DDR, and wished her a happy birthday.
And it was only about a year ago when we became enemies due to misunderstandings and immaturity from both of us. We became friends again back at the end of March. I’m very happy that she and I are friends again.
Trip to New York City
The trip began innocently enough. My dad and I were to go on a long-haul trip in his semi to NYC. The trip over there was pretty good, aside from the fact that it was boiling hot outside. When we got to the city, I was stunned to see how bad the drivers were. After going to New York City, the drivers in my hometown are basically angels (that’s saying something, because the drivers around here are pretty bad).
First went to Staton Island, then to Long Island. Shot some golf balls at a driving range, before hitting the pillows the night my dad finished all the drops. Then it turned out we were to head to Georgia to pick up some John Deere tractors. Went through Massachusetts (… I think), Maryland, West Virginia, Virginia, North Carolina, and South Carolina. Finally got to our destination, and got the tractors loaded up the following morning. Then we headed home.
When we were in Kentucky, two things happened. I bought an orca puppet (insert fangirl squeal) and, there was a major storm system that was going past us. Three thunderstorms in a row, from the same system. I saw lightning strikes, and lots of heavy rain. There was also some crazy lightning that would light up the sky and make you think that you were gonna be hit, or something.
Then we finally got back home yesterday morning. My dog, Lucky, was ecstatic. It was quite clear that he missed me: he jumped all around me, his tail wagging in a blur, mouth open as if he were smiling and a glint in his eye that showed only happiness.
Two Errors, Just for A Meal
Tonight I was home alone, so I decided to have Subway for supper. I tried the online ordering… but I swear it was not working. The loading page loaded for minutes on end, and so I gave up. I waited for the supposed phone call. I waited for ten minutes after they were supposed to call (according to the order form), then I walked over to Subway. I ordered my meal, and the worker asked if I placed an online order. Taken aback, and afraid I would get in trouble, I said no.
Then came the paying part. I brought $12, because according to the online order (in the first place) the price would be $11.92 or something like that. She added it all up, which came to $12.31. Well, she took the $12 and said not to worry, that 31 cents isn’t a lot.
And now I’ve eaten most of my meal, wondering if Subway is going to scare the crap out of me by phoning at a time when I’m not the only one at home.
