Cats and jobs
Apr. 19th, 2001 06:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
taratemimaI just condemned a pundit to hell. I thought it would be fitting to have him reborn as a kitten that constantly got tortured by a twelve year old boy with the same "Animals don't have feelings" attitude the pundit did.
I feel dirty now, even if the kitten was 'really' the pundit, the thought of an animal tortured like that, even to 'prove' a point, makes me sick. It makes me even more sick that I conceived of it.
I chide myself for being a hypocrite--I eat meat and benefit from medical animal testing, but the idea of animal torture, the idea that someone would suggest it isn't 'really' torture, makes me scream. I know all sentient beings feel pain, that the idea animals don't 'feel,' don't pine for relatives, don't get angry, don't respond to affection from their own species or from others is crazy. I've lived with cats, with dogs. Sometimes it is for the benefit of other species--predators need to eat, too, and diseases need to be cured. But torture for torture's sake is something that scares the shit out of me.
Ironically enough, today was Yom HaShoah, with names of people who died in the camps read off. The first step to perdition is easy--just convince yourself that your victim doesn't feel anything, that your victim doesn't deserve to be here.
On another note, the hunt for the grant continues, with it now safely in my faculty advisor's office. I just want to send it to the apprioate places, get the loan settled, get the cat fed. All that walking, plus the job fair today. Thirteen resumes, and I am not sure they will do anything. Losing my damn voice to this cold, I call in sick to work again. Not that I am sorry.
I did find I was given decent ratings by my first tutoring assignment. Cool.
I feel dirty now, even if the kitten was 'really' the pundit, the thought of an animal tortured like that, even to 'prove' a point, makes me sick. It makes me even more sick that I conceived of it.
I chide myself for being a hypocrite--I eat meat and benefit from medical animal testing, but the idea of animal torture, the idea that someone would suggest it isn't 'really' torture, makes me scream. I know all sentient beings feel pain, that the idea animals don't 'feel,' don't pine for relatives, don't get angry, don't respond to affection from their own species or from others is crazy. I've lived with cats, with dogs. Sometimes it is for the benefit of other species--predators need to eat, too, and diseases need to be cured. But torture for torture's sake is something that scares the shit out of me.
Ironically enough, today was Yom HaShoah, with names of people who died in the camps read off. The first step to perdition is easy--just convince yourself that your victim doesn't feel anything, that your victim doesn't deserve to be here.
On another note, the hunt for the grant continues, with it now safely in my faculty advisor's office. I just want to send it to the apprioate places, get the loan settled, get the cat fed. All that walking, plus the job fair today. Thirteen resumes, and I am not sure they will do anything. Losing my damn voice to this cold, I call in sick to work again. Not that I am sorry.
I did find I was given decent ratings by my first tutoring assignment. Cool.
