Seal meat?

There is a lot of hubbub as of late regarding the piece of seal flesh Canada's governor General ate in Nunavut.

Animal rights activists are enraged, local sealers are thrilled and the rest of the world is for some reason paying attention.

I understand the position that bludgeoning a seal or any other animal with a blunt club is a barbaric act (barbaric as in prehistoric for the use of tools only, not for the result of providing food for one's community), I get how that looks. But in this day and age, in a remote place in the Arctic, why is the global, teary eyed community, so enraged over the hunt which has evolved to be much like the hunt for Elk, Caribou, Moose or Whale... wait, bad example!

Unfortunately for people in the North there is no way to raise beef or Chicken viably, the climate, availability of feed (hay, grain, etc...), and safe pasture land is non-existant. God bless these people who subsist on the land on a diet of local, free range creatures.

How funny that here in the South the same people that demand an Organic diet, unprocessed, un-medicated or hormoned food are the same people calling the GG's act disgusting.

Baby seals are killed for their pelts, that might seem wrong to all but the people who make a living selling the pelts. But in this case the GG was participating in a community tradition that uses all parts of the seal. The seal was shot, not tied to a steel chair, waterboarded; nipples tied to a car battery.

Good for our Governor General for recognizing a people's right to eat and live off the land. If you had seen the meat that was on grocery store shelves at the local "NothMart" in Rankin Inlet that sells for more than triple what we pay anywhere else, I bet fishing and hunting for your food would look real good.

Oh and as for an all-vegetable diet? Try growing a head of lettuce in the frozen Arctic Tundra.

Warning: Controversial content

Here's a story about a mother who sent her kid to school with a swastika marked on her arm.

They are calling it the white pride case. While agree that a white person has every right to be proud of being white, I also think that using a symbol of Nazi origin is wrong. The symbol does not represent White Pride, mot moreso hatred of all other races or colors.

Now it's important not to confuse the issue. The terms White Pride, Native Pride, Black Pride etc., are all great things. These trerms should not be confused with White Power, Native Power or Black Power. These suggest a control element and are more easily viewed as a supremacy statement.

I submit that for all of us oxygen breathing, carnivore, vegitarian, lactose both tolerant and otherwise people, become proud and experienced in human being before deciding we have earned the right to be proud of the color of our skin.

All good things

Well after being away from the job I despize, I am on my way back. I managed about 4 years away acting in a few different jobs finally settling on one I love. It was an assignment and now I just got word that because of the economy, I am "frozen" until an organization revamp is done.

Good news is, I will be blogging a shitload more

6-8 weeks would have been nice

The hiring process in the Federal Government was never quick or easy.

I wrote teh exam to qualify for a competition in May of last year. The results wereren't known until the end of October. I scored a 80% which was enough to get me through to an interview which was completed in December.

If you think you have to wait for things where government is involved, try working (or try trying to work) for the bunch!

I am told to expect an answer in the next few weeks... Hold your breath!

I miss writing stuff

Jeremy walked outside to start his truck as he does each morning before leaving for a 35 minute commute from the country to work. The -30 degree temperature embraced him like a cricket bat to the face, the numbness was comparable.

Wearing nothink but flip flops which doubled as slippers and his housecoat, a gift from his wife and daughters, he hurriedly skipped through the snow toward his truck hoping that the lighter he stepped the less snow would cover and instantly freeze his toes. Being that he was a little heavy the lightest steps in the world would still result in a drift over his 5 piggies.

The engine groaned and turned slowly over twice, on the third, life sprung into his sleepy frozen engine. The RPM's rose and soon he departed confident that it would continue running while he executed the morning routine.

Stomping the snow out of his "slippers" was done with great care, since a house-full of sleeping women was not a place that would welcome stomping about at 6 a.m., the woodstove was still radiating a welcome heat near the door to the house, there were surely enough embers to re-ignite the the main source of heat. A few seasoned logs thrown on and it was time to Get coffee started, dress and sneak out of the house once more.