TheNobleVoice- Stop Bullfighting Now

Mexico Trip 2010

Is it considered cheating to have an Uzi in the sand?

Why is there no way to run a section

Section bullfighting here for us to ask questions like yours and my hand. To answer your question, with any firearm is cheating ring, but a quick end to the bubble may be more human. My aunt and uncle saw a bull in Spain, but never said much others it seems unnecessarily cruel. My point of view: Bull fighting could be human, and fun, if the Marquis of Queensbury rules were applied. El Matador boxing gloves and the horns of the bull can be stuffed. That fight better champion pop! – That cheeky lad

Mexicos narco culture sings praises of drug violence

What are the pros and cons of bullfighting/ the Running of the Bulls?

no pros what so ever. cons: way too many to list. bottom line-the bulls die. if you are an animal lover…i advise you not to go. mu cousin saw one and cried like a baby. they are so inhumane and awful.

Joe Garretson Professional Bullfighter

Graphic Bull Fighting Video In Columbia(Warning Very Graphic)

Extra: Gored!

Portuguese Water Dog Breed

As readily apparent from its name the Portuguese Water Dog hails from Portugal and for centuries before it was finally superseded by technology it remained the Portuguese fisherman’s consummate all-purpose fishing tool. The exact ancestral origins of the Portuguese Water Dog remain unknown but it is quite closely related to other European water dog breeds save for the fact that they generally specialized in waterfowl retrieval whereas the Portuguese Water Dog’s specialties lay elsewhere. Unsubstantiated evidence does tend to suggest that the breed’s ancestral heritage originated somewhere in central Asia around 700 B.C. and that the Portuguese water dog was taken to Portugal by the Visigoths circa the fifth century.

Some of the many functions ascribed to the Portuguese Water Dog in earlier times included:

• Herding fish into nets
• Message courier
• Functioning as a lookout
• Translocating and retrieving nets; as well as
• Rescuing capsized fishermen

From the time of the Middle ages the Portuguese Water Dog performed as the ultimate fisherman’s in-water assistant making the lives of the fishermen of the Algarve on Portugal’s southern coast that much easier. Anytime a small fleet of fishing boats would set out the Portuguese water Dog would be in the thick of the action, conveying messages from boat to boat, alerting the fishermen by barking whenever it spotted a shoal of fish and during foggy conditions the dog with its unique “rising-and-falling” bark would act as a canine foghorn.

The first documented evidence of the Portuguese Water Dog was in 1297 from a monks account where he narrates how he was saved from drowning in the sea by a dog with a “black coat, the hair long and rough, cut to the first rib and with a tail tuft.” Known as Cao de Agua in Portugal which translates as “dog of water”, the Portuguese Water Dog is also sometimes referred to as the Portuguese Fishing Dog, the Diving Dog or the Sea Dog.

By the early 20th century as traditional fishing methods became obsolete as a result of advances in technology the Portuguese Water Dog numbers dwindled to the brink of extinction. As fate would have it though, the Portuguese water Dog breed was introduced to one Vasco Bensuade, a wealthy Portuguese shipping magnate who had a fondness for dogs. Vasco Bensuade loved the breed and acquired a dog which he named Leao (lion).

It was through the efforts of Vasco Bensuade that the future of the Portuguese Water Dog was consolidated and a breed standard was written and the dogs thereafter soon began appearing in dog shows. Bensaude’s dog Leao became the founding sire of the kennel he set up to develop and sustain the Portuguese Water Dog breed at Algarbiorum, and Leao also became the standard upon which the Portuguese Water Dog breed was eventually based on.

However despite Vasco Bensuade’s valiant efforts to revive the Portuguese Water Dog, by the 1960s the breed was once again teetering on the brink of extinction with only about 50 dogs in existence worldwide. Once again destiny’s kindly hand reached out to intervene this time in the form of two Americans; Deyanne and Herbert Miller, Jr. The Millers acquired a Portuguese Water Dog from the very same Algarbiorum Kennel that Vasco Bensuade had established in the 1930s (and which was later acquired after his death by a former lady bullfighter, Conchita Branco).

The Millers named the dog that they acquired Renascenca (renaissance) do Al Gharb with high hopes of saving the breed with former founding sire Leao’s descendant. The Millers were successful in their endeavors forming in 1972, along with fourteen other breeders established, the Portuguese Water Dog Club of America, Inc. (PWDCA). Today there are in existence over 5000 Portuguese Water dogs and the breed was admitted to the American Kennel Club in June of 1981 under the miscellaneous category.

The crowning achievement of the Portuguese Water Dog breed’s fight of survival is that in 2009 it was been short-listed as a very strong contender to become part of the First family in the White House as the First Canine. For lovers of this breed such news is a mixed bag because although the resultant popularity will increase breed awareness it will also lead in a surge of backyard breeders, puppy mills pushing the breed and fly-by-night dog owners who are inspired by the sudden publicity and popularity to acquire a Portuguese Water Dog only to abandon it sooner than later!

Portuguese Water Dog Temperament

The Portuguese Water dog breed is a gregarious, fun-loving pet that boasts an excellent and balanced disposition. The dog gets along very well with other pets including dogs and also does extremely well with children. This breed has a high affectionate and playfulness level that is more than sufficient to delight and endear any child making it an ideal family pet.

Portuguese Water Dog Upkeep

In keeping with its ancestral and genetic pedigree this active dog breed needs plenty of physical and mental stimulation on a daily basis if it is not to become a nuisance. Ideally the physical activity should be in the form of a daily swim to sate the dog’s love of water but failing that then a long brisk walk or daily jog should suffice. The Portuguese Water Dog does best when closely integrated and involved with its human family. The coat of this dog breed should be combed every other day in order to prevent matting and clumping and it should also be clipped on a monthly basis.

Portuguese Water Dog Characteristics

Health:

Major Health Issues: PRA

Minor Health Issues: GM1 storage disease; Distichiasis; Addisons; CHD; Juvenile Cardiomyopathy; Follicular dysplasia (hair loss); Irritable bowel syndrome (rare); Seizures (rare)

Lifespan: 10 – 14 years

Portuguese Water Dog Form & Function

The Portuguese Water Dog is a well proportioned canine that is slightly longer than it is tall. The breed is of medium build with good musculature and has excellent stamina to work on or out of the water for long durations. This breed exists in two coat variations:

• The long-haired variant also known as the Cao de Agua de Pelo Ondulado in Portugal; and
• The curly-coated variant which is known as the Cao de Agua de Pelo Encaradolado.

The Portuguese Water Dog is also a good choice of dog breed for allergy sufferers because it is hypo to non-allergenic (especially the curly-coated variant).

Like the better known Labrador Retriever that also loves swimming the feet of the Portuguese Water Dog have webbed toes to assist movement whilst in the water.

The coat of this breed is generally trimmed in two variations:

• Lion Trim: Here the rear-end of the dogs body is closely cropped giving the impression of a male lion with a mane; hence the name. The historical value of this type of trim was that supposedly by trimming the dogs coat on the rear half of its body drag was reduced when the dog was swimming. The close trim extends to the tip of the tail which is left untouched as a bushy tuft.

• Retriever Trim: Here the coat of the Portuguese Water Dog is clipped consistently across its entire length to approximately 1 inch in length.

Coat Color:

Acceptable coat colors of this breed include: black, brown, white or any combination of black and white or brown and white.

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Ciudad Rodrigo – Carnaval 2009 – 2nd Bull Fight

Chico Visits the Vet

Today, is a day that Chico and I will remember for the rest of our lives, he is having the snip, as the Spanish say he is being “castrada”, (it does not need translating). It does sound painful, even though the vet assures me, (whilst she takes my 170 euros), that it is not. She would like the Spanish people to follow my example and have their dogs “castrada”. This would help reduce the number of stray dogs and cats, although to be fair, the situation has improved considerably since we first came here.

We sit in the reception area, smiling and nodding at the other dog owners, however, both of us are shaking involuntarily. Dogs seem to know that a trip to the vet is not going to be a pleasant experience. Our names are called and I take him into the surgery. I have a terrible feeling of betrayal, I say goodbye to Chico promising that I will return and then I make a dash for the nearest bar, a quick brandy should do the trick, and suddenly I remember I have given up the drink for Lent.

The waiter smiles – Buenas dias

I reply “Coffee con leche, por favor”

I thought I would write this article on the subject that is without doubt closest to a mans heart. No, it is not his wallet, although that is very close, it is his dog. Now the Spanish have a somewhat tarnished reputation when it comes to caring about animals. In the past, they have inflicted cruelty to animals that we British just cannot accept.

I still think bullfighting is horrific, if you get the chance to go, and then do not, you have been warned. Irrespective of what people say about tradition and art, bullfighting is gory, but it is big business, there is a lot of money involved, some of it even coming from the EU in the form of subsidies. Surprisingly, the majority of Spaniards are actually against or indifferent to bullfighting and the disgraceful behaviour of so-called “hunters” appalls them. Following the bombings Madrid, there has been a change of government and now the ruling PSOE is considering introducing the much-needed national animal protection legislation; we will have to wait and see how.

However, the good news is, it is getting better, helped of course by the Brits, who open charity shops, rescue centres, and do a truly wonderful job. Here in the southeast corner of Spain, in the little coastal town of Mojacar, there is a charity rescue organisation called PWAS (Peoples animal welfare society), who since 1990 have done outstanding work, rescuing and caring for abandoned animals. Their work was recognised in 2000 when they were awarded a prestigious Certificate of Association by the R.S.P.C.A.

When we first came to Spain, we brought our two dogs with us, both Yorkshire terriers, brother and sister. In a moment of madness my wife christened them Cagney (apparently after James Cagney, because the dog looked like a little toughie, bless him) & Lacey (I still do not know where this name came from, but she is a cutie, the dog that is, not the wife).

Before coming to Spain, we had to go through the procedure of obtaining passports for the dogs. The Pet Travel Scheme was introduced in February 2000 for dogs and cats travelling from certain European countries and was later extended to include certain long haul countries. There is a government information website and a telephone helpline 0870 241 1710. This pet passport is a great idea because apart from exceptional cases it does away with the need for quarantine, which is a distressing experience for everybody.

Our experience of obtaining passports could not have been easier. The local vet in our hometown in Ormskirk knew exactly what was needed and the timescale involved. Therefore, it was just a case of turning up with the dogs and paying him. Bye, the way, the vets are excellent in Spain, where it is a popular profession and most have a smattering of English, so a trip to the vet is not a linguistic nightmare. Also, the fees and medications are considerable cheaper than in the UK. Pet insurance is also available from a number of insurance companies; premiums are considerably cheaper than the UK and provide cover against all the usual contingencies.

There are a number of ways to transport your dog, rail, ferry and plane; animals are allowed to travel to most airports in Spain. All need notifying prior to your departure. We decided to combine our travel with a little bit of sightseeing and left England via the Chunnel, which was excellent, but the plan was flawed, our route took us through Paris, what an absolute nightmare, it wasn’t romantic I can tell you. However, the French hotels were excellent and when I asked for a room for the four of us, they could not have been more accommodating.

Not quite the same story once we got into Spain, here the hotels prohibited animals and we finished staying in motels, mostly used by businessmen and long distance lorry drivers. Whilst, the furnishing were somewhat old, the food and drink was fabulous, all you could possible eat for 10 euros. If you are not in a hurry to get to your final destination, then this easy driving is recommended, the scenery is incredible, and don’t worry about the roads , they are quiet and mainly dual carriageway.

So there we are, the four of us (me, the wife and the two dogs) sitting on a beach in the mid-day sun, thinking it might be a good idea to find some shade, watching some young Spanish lads tease a little dog. The dog was obviously starting to get a bit distressed, so the wife goes over to offer her assistance and comes back with the little fellow, he is obviously not a pedigree, what we call a “bitsa”, a bit of this and a bit of that, but he is very friendly and even our two dogs seem to like him. He shares our lunch, has some liquid refreshment and decides he quite likes us. So, when it time to go home our new found friend decides he fancies the challenge of learning a new language and walks home with us. He’s been with us ever since, we call him “Chico”

At this time we where living in a two bedroom, one bathroom apartment in the centre of Aguilas. Renting an apartment or villa in a prime location for long-term stay is quite difficult. The property owners are quite happy to have you for the winter, but come summer and the prospect of high short-term rentals, means that you will have to find somewhere else to live. When we rented the apartment, the property owner told us “no animals or pets”, we told him “no cockroaches”. Surprisingly, in our block, almost everybody seems to own a small dog. This flagrant breach of rules is typical of Spanish behaviour; they often say one thing, then either ignore it or, do the complete opposite.

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Tony Roberts has lived in south east Spain since 2001. He is now an established estate agent in the region of Costa Calida and has written a free e-book “Buying a Property in Spain”, to receive your copy contact Tony at http://www.pocomed.com

Preview: 60 Minutes Presents

Did you ever see a bullfighter complain that this bull he inherited is too mean?

What would happen if a bullfighter went into the bullfighting ring, then when he saw the bull he turned to the judges and complained that he inherited a bull that is too mean?

A bull fighter should be able to handle any bull.

If he can not, then he does not belong in the ring.

Especially when he saw the bull before he stepped into the ring.

He’s the one who took a good long look at the bull, squinted his eyes, and said

“Yeah. I can take that bull. Bring it on!’

Now he’s out there in the ring crying MOMMYYYYYYY!

If you’re gonna cry for Mommy, don’t step out in the ring.

Leave that bull for someone who can handle it.

Moral of the story: being a bullfighter is about more than just wearing the fancy costume and the hat.

PT 2 The Three Stooges In Sappy Bullfighters

and finally they killed my mother

Sir,   i am Akram Sidiqui from Khrew kashmir. i am a professional pharmacist working in the sme hospital where my mother fell to junk type of treatment and died infront of me while i was looking for help in total confusion. i have compiled the whole story, event by event and date by date. it will be your most kindness sir, if some place is speared for this write-up so that i could vent my smouldring feelings and at the same time the inhuman face of most revered professionals is unveiled. thankinh you sir yours sincerely Akram Sidiqui    

……and finally they killed my mother.

Akram Sidiqui  

Name of deceased    Khatija Age                           55 R/O                           Khrew Date of Adm              5/11/07 Date of death             7/11/07 MRD NO                  485349  

 Death is no doubt inevitable but there exists a gulf between the death of a person who gives up his ghost after all the hectic but sincere efforts viz medical as well as ethical, that are pressed into service for his or her recovery from the illness, end in fiasco, and the kind of death that is forced on a person in a hospital not by any lackadaisical or indifferent approach on part of attendants but by sheer medical negligence and diabolical practices  on part of so called Messiahs while acting total recklessly and in complete perversion. Let’s hypothetically go in Hades and ask all those souls who have vanished in thin air on a hospital bed for past five decades that what were the circumstances that precipitated into their death? I am sure more than 90% of them, in one voice would put the blame on gross medical negligence and recklessness of doctors. There is no denying, medical negligence in what ever form, without an iota of doubt, is seen as “untiring efforts” of a doctor by the eyes of a commoner. While as those who do feel a bit fishy about the treatment also rub it off from their minds the very next day of enshrouding the dead body along with all the bruises of monstrous medical blunders inflicted on the soul of the deceased under the murky depths of earth. But deceiving the person or putting him in dark about any such crude negligence, who is bird of the same feather, speaks volumes about gross myopia of these revered murderers. The soul wrenching event that I am going to narrate here belongs to the trail of death of my beloved mother who left for heavenly abode on 7th of November 2007 in surgical intensive care unit of Sher-i-Kashmir Institute of Medical Sciences( may God rest her soul in peace). The sequence of events went on something like this. My beloved mother, who was diabetic type 2nd, complained chest pain of mild intensity at home on 31st of october2007. The very next day I removed her to SKIMS where I am my self posted. As the pain was less generalized and more chest specific, I without any more negotiations thought of seeking consultation of medicine wizards in room No 129 of  medical OPD. Although I could not understand the nature of pain, yet, I had made up my mind to go for basic Investigations like ECG and X-Ray chest to rule out the cause or causes precipitating pain. Unfortunately one of the big names of medicine department, who was available for consultation there treated her total erroneously and misguided me to the hilt. No doubt, he mulled for more than twenty minutes to ascertain the source of pain but too hastily jumped to the conclusion that it was Diabetic neuropathy responsible for spelling these bouts of incessant pain. He rebuffed questioningly, when I paused and asked him, if my mother needs any kind of investigation in this context. Back home the mild chest pain without any letup or amends continued for a couple of days more. As ill luck it would have, consultation with such a bigwig set me adrift and even made me a bit reckless with respect to the magnitude of the problem that was preying clandestinely on the life of my dear mother. The bouts of pain turned excruciating in the night intervening 4th and 5th of November, with the result I along with my brother rushed her to SKIMS Causality for doing away with all fears and fetching some prompt treatment. It is here, where the flood gates of persecution opened for my entire family. One of the PG students from medicine side while examining her also came by diabetic neuropathy as the pivotal cause for the unabated chest pain. But my timely intervention with regard to some baseline investigations like ECG and X-ray chest added impetus to his already undulating thoughts about the same and he very hurriedly asked for these two investigations to be done along with some blood samples investigated for electrolyte profile. Reports of said investigations belied all the
claims, if any, of diabetic neuropathy as ECG was lucidly suggestive of marked changes in Cardiac function. The unforeseen results jolted the doctor attending on my mother back into his senses and for corroboration of changes shown by ECG with some substantial evidence he asked for Trop-T kit (kit used for detection of presence of troponin in the blood stream). This investigation tested strongly positive thereby converging all tentative diagnostic ideas to one and only point that infraction of posterior wall of heart has taken place already. The dismal situation forced the said doctor admit her immediately under cardiology banner in causality. Despite the fact that the nature of infirmity of my mother merited prompt attention on part of cardiology wizards, none arrived for more than two hours after her admission. It was around 5.15 pm ; a lousy senior resident of the said department appeared on the scene and took away all the necessary documents along with him and returned back after half an hour with a lengthy dictate of some consultant regarding the future course of treatment. It is here in place to mention, given the serious condition of any patient in SKIMS casualty Almighty Allah will descend more promptly to listen to his woes in the ward than any concerned consultant who treats himself as the demigod of this teetotalerian era and thinks it beyond his dignity to go in the causality when his or her services could save the life of a poor soul caught on the cross roads of life and death. Yes sir and timely nod of head is all these people listen to whenever any subordinate of theirs confront any problem while treating a serious patient. But when it comes to conferences and sharing dining tables with medical wizards from outside state, their tongues never twist and their jaws never jar while swaggering about their skill and twittering about their trade. Any way, the sorcerer…oops the consultant, despite having all the indicators suggestive of massive posterior wall infraction advised his stooge to put my mother on some anti- platelet drugs and an immediate dose of low molecular weight heparin 0.6 while hardly lending any credence to the suggestions of one of the consultants of unit 2nd, who was adamant for complete thrombolising of patient with streptokinase 1.5 lac units. Ironically, cardiology department of SKIMS has largely been politicized. It has virtually become an arena for the two head of units and renowned cardiology picadors for their less professional but more political bullfight. While as the desperate lot admitted their day in and day out have to become the fodder irrespective of their state and status of health. Unit one of the same department has no right to intervene in the affairs of unit 2nd and vice versa, come what may, even if a poor soul wilts by inches on bed for proper care. My mother like many other patients fell to this junk pattern of treatment. Even though, baseline investigations like kidney function test, liver function test and electrolyte profile were not transcending the normal limits except blood-sugar levels that I got done as per doctors advice in casualty at the hands of a male nurse. Blood-sugar levels that recorded more elevation than the total range of Gulcometer were at once ignored by the senior resident on call from cardiology side while as serum-potassium levels which were just over six knee jerked him to the extant that he advised 300 ml of dextrose 10% to be given to the patient along with ten units of regular insulin to fight the elevated potassium levels.  By the time, drugs administered to my mother were making little amends to her chest pain and she was feeling a bit comfortable they shifted her to cardiology ward on bed twelve, but non availability of oxygen source by bedside and for keeping her under observation she was moved to medical intensive care unit. In medical ICCU, my mother got on to the bed without support and talked to one and all present there eloquently she even bade good bye to some of my friends who stayed back in hospital to help me. Most unfortunate situation was triggered by the infusion of 10% dextrose in medical ICCU. Despite being well aware about the grossly elevated blood-glucose levels, senior resident on call from cardiology side did not bother to send an SOS call to endocrinology for their suggestions in this respect but blindly asked the staff nurse to put the patient on dextrose 10%. At 9.30pm , she was in distress again while as half an hour later she was perspiring profusely. I twice went to the counter to see the doctor on duty but he was freaking out somewhere quite unmindful about the nature of his duty and fragility of the bunch of patients lying on the beds at his mercy. Around 10.30, my mother’s condition worsened drastically, her blood pressure was on receding path and she was sinking into the depths of no return. I quite frantically looked for the doctor again, but of no avail as she had already descended into hyper osmolytic coma. By the time I could go to call the sister on duty, I saw doctor sahib entering the ward, I snarled for help. Instead of providing prompt help to my dying mother, he was watching her drifting away in helplessness like a bull that has been pulling the cart doggedly through out the day and is too enervated to chew the cud. Willy-nilly he ran to the adjacent ward and came back with a petite lady doctor. Hats off to her heart out efforts, she in jiffy intubated my patient and pulled the bed into SICCU for ventilatory support but not before sever insult was done to the brain because of the dilatory approach of the doctor on duty on MICCU. No doubt, a bunch of doctors after dogged efforts succeeded in delaying her death by infusing tons of vasoconstrictors into her veins but the huge gap of about thirty minutes between collapse and her resuscitation threw all those efforts to winds. It is here in place to mention, the other day, a non resident Kashmiri doctor, while reaching out to a patient in SICCU in the neck of time saved her from wilting like my mother by using some latest techniques of resuscitation. Anyway, life supporting machines kept my mother alive till next morning. On 6th of November doctors attending on my mother first time send an SOS call for endocrinology to set score with grossly elevated blood-glucose levels. But nobody turned up from the department till dusk while on the other hand situation of my mother remained unchanged. At5.30pm a senior resident from endocrinology descended into the ward along with a glucometer, he asked me for cross checking the blood-glucose levels by using his departmental glucometer and my personal glucometer. It was astounding to note , both the glucometers  reported blood-sugar levels beyond their reach as both the screens depicted mark “HI” on them. The said doctor advised insulin infusion to be administered to the patient along with normal saline at the rate of 4units per hour and at the same time asked me to monitor the levels bihourly. The first three readings in a span of six hours came up with mark “HI” while as after eight hours glucometer first time displayed 562/dl on its screen.  I kept informing the said endocrinologist telephonically about the glucose levels but he every time asked for continuation of insulin infusion. On 7th of November at 8.30 pm blood glucose levels came close to 200/dl but my mother’s condition worsened grossly with the result all the life supporting drugs like noradrenalin, Dobutamine and likes started proving futile. Blood pressure levels went on downsizing with each passing minute and all the hopes of seeing my mother alive were fizzling out before me. Doctor on duty in SICCU onwards tried his level best to obviate the death angle till it was 10.30 PM . By this time the meandering lines on the monitor were straitening, leaving behind a clear missive that my mother has lost her battle for life. Smouldering and weeping I stood besides her body till some men in blue wrapped it in a blanket and one of the janitors handed over me her death certificate.  

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Do animals rape humans ? There are many stories of bears raping women & i saw on T.V a video of small midget.?

who was bullfighting a small bull. The bull actaually climbed on his back and it was trying to mate with it.

I have never heard of bears raping women, but there are documented cases of orang-utans doing so. Young male orang-utans often rape females – around half of all orang-utan births are thought to be the result of rape – because they often find a female in heat before a fully-grown, dominant male does. The female does not want to mate with an immature male, and will resist his advances, but he will force her. Since this is non-consentual sex, it can be called rape, but one can hardly blame the animal for raping a human in the same way – it is just following its natural instincts.

The same is true of a dog humping its owner’s leg, or the incidents you refer to with the bull and donkey – the animals just see a chance for copulation and attempt to take it. It’s debatable whether this can really be called rape, because the animals themselves have no such concept. In most of these cases there is no penetration, because the animal cannot physically join with the human without the human complying – unlike orang-utans, they don’t have arms or hands with which to restrain and undress the human.

Why Women Should Not Be Bullfighters