Monday, November 20, 2006

People Eatin' Tasty Animal's

Which is what these people are not doing.

What is their problem?

They serve the creation over the creator, and if we don't do as they do they scream murder.

I have cousins in Canada, so I get a lot of very interesting info when they come down for a visit around the Holydays, once I made a remarks about how commercial fishing had gotten so far in the last couple of decades, to which my uncle said not in Canada, why? Because one of the first things PETA did was make all of the people who live way up in Nova Scotia (where all the cod is) quit killing seals (which kept the population down, which in turn produced healthy sized schools of cod and herring). So what happened when the seal population skyrocket? No fish, a bunch of people out of jobs and one of the biggest sources of income for Canada gone.

But its worth it right? I mean now we have a bunch of "cute", smelly, mean, seals!

With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread
As we hunt for the shoals of herring

O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring

O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring

O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

O we left the homegrounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
So stand up and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows
While you're searching for the shoals of herring

O I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring.

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