@UHC What you do is worse! You hold peopleโs lives in your hands, and you daily make choices as to whether they should live or die. Quit acting so pious!
@UHC I DO NOT want to go through with just part of surgery experiencing the pain and recovery time HOPING that part of my doctor's diagnosis will be enough to make a difference in my quality of life. Left me no time to dispute. SHAME ON YOU!
๐จ JUST IN: Rep. Greg Steube (R-FL) files the LEASH Act to BLOCK felony animal abusers from ever owning or caring for a pet AGAIN
"Animal cruelty is barbaric and too often ignored. This bill holds offenders accountable and protect animals from repeat abuse."
Common sense ๐๐ป
"This legislation would establish a standardized, publicly accessible database of felony animal cruelty offenders to help keep repeat abusers away from animals and strengthen public safety nationwide."
@RepMarkPocan@sodagrrl All of these places that test on animals need to be shut down if they canโt find a way to test other ways. No animal, nor or small, should be subjected to torture.
@HeavenCanW8t@RepMarkPocan@realDonaldTrump@LaraLeaTrump Sadly, we've been okay with it for several decades, & we also do horrible experiments on pigs, monkeys, chimpanzees, rats, mice, cats, & bunnies. We need to stop it ALL. There's no reason to continue these experiments when we can do other types of experiments for better results.
There is nothing James wanted more than to be loved. He looks up at me like this all day, begging to be picked up or hugged.
And love was one of many basic needs James was NEVER given at Ridglan Farms. Instead he sat in a cage awaiting a cruel vivisectorโs blade.
That changes now. That changes this election cycle. Itโs time for every powerful CEO and politician to take a side:
Are you with the puppy abusers? Or the rescuers?
In Auschwitz, my mother taught me three rules.
Not stories. Not prayers. Rules. The kind that kept you alive.
Rule one: Never make eye contact with a guard.
Rule two: Never show that you are sick.
Rule three: Never, ever, lose your bowl.
I was five years old. I memorized them the way other children memorize nursery rhymes.
The bowl was a small tin thing. Dented. Scratched. It held whatever thin soup they gave us once a day. If you lost your bowl, you had no bowl. If you had no bowl, you had no ration. If you had no ration, you understand.
I guarded that bowl with everything I had. I slept with it. I held it against my chest during roll call. I knew where it was every second of every day.
Then one morning, I fell into the latrine.
There is no delicate way to say this. The latrines in Auschwitz were wooden boards with holes cut into them over a pit. The holes were large. I was very small. I was in a hurry. I slipped.
I went in up to my neck.
The smell. The cold. The rats. I do not need to describe it. Your mind already knows.
My mother tried to pull me out. She could not. I was slippery and she had no strength. None of us had strength. We had not eaten properly in months. She called out. Other women came. Together they pulled me free. Someone found a hose. They sprayed me down in the cold air while I stood there shaking.
I did not cry. Rule number one in Auschwitz was the same rule everywhere, do not attract attention.
But I got sick. Very sick. The kind of sick that comes from rats and filth and cold water and a body that has nothing left to fight with.
And I remembered Rule Two, never show that you are sick.
I hid it from everyone. From the guards. From the other children. Even from my mother, because I knew if she knew, she would do something. And doing something in Auschwitz got you killed.
But someone saw. I do not know who. I do not know why they helped me instead of reporting me. I never knew.
They took me to a room, a makeshift hospital. I lay in a bed, a real bed, not a wooden bunk, for the first time since we had arrived.
I do not remember much of what happened next. The fever blurred everything. Days passed like smoke.
When I came out, I still had my bowl.
I had held it even in the latrine. Even in the fever. Even in the dark when I did not know where I was or what day it was.
My mother looked at me when I came back. She looked at the bowl. She did not say anything. She just nodded, the way she nodded when something had gone the way it needed to go.
People ask me what survival looks like.
I tell them, sometimes it looks like a five year old girl climbing out of a latrine in a death camp, covered in filth, shaking with cold, still holding her tin bowl.
Because she knew that the bowl was the difference between eating and not eating. Between living and not.
Because her mother had told her. And she had listened.
I am Tova Friedman. I fell into a latrine in Auschwitz at five years old.
I came out still holding my bowl.
Tova.
#NeverForget #Survival #DaughterOfAuschwitz #ShesStillHere #TheirNamesLiveOn
@deanguzmanw@POTUS PLEASE DO NOT PUNISH THESE PEOPLE FOR DOING WHAT IS RIGHT IN THE SIGHT OF GOD. WE WERE CREATED TO HAVE DOMINION OVER ANIMALS. GENESIS 1:26 AUTHORITY VS ABUSE โข STEWARDSHIP โข MUTUAL CARE (PROVERBS 12:10).
WE WILL ALL BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE IF WE DO NOTHING!
@FoxNews_Flash If Lucy was a person, we would say, she has PTSD because of what she has been through. Give her back to her family so she will have a support person to help her with the trauma! Then, give the neighbor a pacifier!
@CBSNews Iโฆ I just cannot understand the depth of human depravity!!!! People can be pure evil! I am so glad she got caught, and I hope the prison they put her in is FULL of dog lovers!