Monday, March 12, 2007

Killing Me Softly

Bangalore, India's silicone valley has a new mission - kill stray dogs...all of them...healthy, unhealthy, friendly, unfriendly, male, female, tiny puppies....especially the tiny puppeis - they are the worst!

Bangalore is killing them softly...in a cold, calculated manner, without attaching any ugly emotions to it...thus spake the municipal commissioner.

Bangalore is killing them by strangulation, by pulling apart their limbs, necks and torsos - while they are still alive.

Bangalore is killing them because it doesn't know what else to do with them.

DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM?

India's think tank (of sorts, if you want to call sorry little programmers that) is clueless about what to do with their best friend??? They are the problem solvers - good enough to have 'Bangalored' a large (rather angry) chunk of the U.S. Of A. and it is stymied by stray dog population???

How about some good ol' 'adoption'? or simply neutering them? or getting every colony to take care of its resident strays? How about another solution from India's brightest brains sitting in their plush offices and swank homes?

It's not just Banaglore...it is all of us, everywhere.

We domesticated the wolf, inbred it, gene altered it, changed its behaviour to become a helping hand for us. We played God. Then God and nature took over and empowered the dogs to start breeding at will - as any other species is going to do - dogs went forth and multiplied.

Now we were troubled!!! We wanted only so many and no more!! So what did we do? We left them to fend for themselves, often at 'unauthorized meat shop' throw outs....we sometimes made friends with them and fed them a couple of chapatis but mostly we hated them. We hated them for having slipped out of our control. We hated them because they made us feel less like Gods. We hated them because they made us feel inadequate for not knowing how to deal with them.

So what did we do next? We started considering them a threat to us and began to kill them (Bangalore, the ever 'softy' calls it Euthanasia - take a look at your local pound and you'll know what their brand of Euthanasia is)

Well, in all, it actually seems like the perfect solution.

You domesticate them, take them out of their natural environment, transplant them into a new one and then take that away too. Then when you can't manage them, you kill them - softly - like bangalore is doing it. Remember, this is for the larger good.

Now, there is a thought racing through my mind....

India's population is bursting at the seams. We don't have enough food to feed every mouth, we don't have enough clothes to keep them all covered, we don't have enough houses to keep them safe from the elements. That is a huge 'stray' population bouncing off the walls in India. They could become a menace - some already are! Talk about dogs killing children, sad as that is....we have humans (eow) not far behind - Nithari's Koli, Pandher & Co. are case in point.

So how about killing a few stray people too? Let's round them up, beat them silly or pelt stones at them, better still let's kick them in their hungry stomachs so that they start bleeding at the mouth. We are still at 'softly' on the 'murder continuum'. Let's pack them up a couple of hundred in one small van - maybe some of them would die just out of suffocation and heat. But let's not forget that we oughta be soft about this. We are solving a problem here - no ugly emotions, please.This is 'Euthanasia', not murder.

There!!! I have the solution to India's population problem!!! Let's kill them all .....softly.

Friday, March 9, 2007

trouble ahoy! pix too pretty for blogspot to risk displaying....need to find another way!

picky pix

I've finally found the courage to take some photos of myself and upload them to the blog....who sees, dies!
At your own risk

Monday, February 5, 2007

Of Dogs,Cats & Docs

In fact make that medicenes.....dog docs are a separate issue....mine's laughs at mine, the neighbour's has sworn to murder theirs (bit him in the arse....twice!)

Found this on the Internet and am absolutely certain it should grace my blog! Makes me realize I am not alone in loving dogs knowing it takes just this mucho to medicate them.....cats are yeeiiiiiiiiiiiikes!! funny only in this 'Idiot's step by step guide to getting murdered by your own pet cat'....and funny because it ain't me!!!

Medicating Pet Cats and Dogs

HOW TO GIVE A CAT A PILL:
1. Pick cat up and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.

2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.

3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.

4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.

5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe. Call spouse from yard.

6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.

7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.

8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.

9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1 beer to take taste away. Apply Band-Aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.

10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed. Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard and close door onto neck to leave head showing. Force mouth open with desert spoon. Flick pill down throat with rubber band.

11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.

12. Call fire department to retrieve the stinkin' cat from tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil-wrap.

13. Tie the front paws to rear paws with twine and bind tightly to leg of dining room table, find heavy duty pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.

14. Consume remainder of Scotch. Get spouse to drive you to emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.

15. Arrange for Humane Society to collect demon cat and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.

HOW TO GIVE A DOG A PILL:
1. Wrap it in bacon.


************ STOP THE WORLD... I WANNA GET OFF!!!******************

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Moi, Superfrau!

Finally I have the answer to the question "Who Am I?" Greeks broke down into epsilons and Pi-s,other non-G philos did the same but I am the one who 'knows' it - I am Supergirl!Hurrrrrrraaah! Now I can beat the bad guys with just one slightly raised eyebrow(that's because other than having the Supergirl strain in me I also have the British strain!!), I can make them scrunch their panties into a bunch with my 'Super Panty Scruncher', I can make Charles Carllini sink into his poopy-pot with one mild thrust of my Super Finger (eeeoooo! not there!!! that hurts!!!!) I can even look through my fat neighbor with my Super See-Through Vaporizing Vision ( but I could do that even without my superpowers on a bleak Jan Sunday!) and I can maybe somehow decimate the world's politicians with my Extra-Super-Special Power of Clear Logic (I shall do so by first confounding them with my Super Reason and then when they get into the mighty 'confounded' state I shall push them over the dais with my pinky!!)
If you don't believe I can do all of that....check out my Superhero quiz scores!!!!

....It's a bird, it's a plane! No, It's Supergirl!!!
Your results:
You are Supergirl
























Supergirl
83%
Wonder Woman
78%
Superman
65%
Robin
65%
Hulk
65%
The Flash
65%
Green Lantern
65%
Spider-Man
60%
Iron Man
45%
Batman
40%
Catwoman
30%
Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.


Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...

Friday, January 19, 2007

Dirty Dancing?

Dance is something people have experimented with since times immemorial. Tribal dances, war dances, dancing for victory, dancing for a birth, dancing in death, celebrating life…you name the occasion and some race, some group of people on the earth will have a dance to commemorate it. Dancing for me is man’s quest to finding oneness, an alignment with the universe. It starts with the rhythm, a beat, a reverberation at regular intervals and ends with a conscious effort to align body movement with it. Dance is spiritual, whatever kind of dance you talk about. It comes out of the urge to create a unity, with the resonance of the universe.