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Roads, a slaughter of animals

The other night I was reading on the couch when I heard it was a coup followed by a short shriek. I went immediately to the right, on the road that passes in front of my house, I saw a car stopped on the roadside seemed to be owned by examining the front of the vehicle. I then looked to the left while inside me begged: "No, please!" And she sensed what was going to see and the idea terrified me. My fatal premonition came true: there, lying on the asphalt, was the tiny body of a cat. I ran to him with security that would recognize. And so it was stationary creature whose mouth was gushing blood Vulpia, a beautiful cat to feed every day and only a few hours before, as usual, had been playing with one of their young lives with me. It was very strange to stay away from home and usually remained at the door or raise the window sill, but tonight he wanted to venture a little more and cursed the hour in which he did. I can not keep his image, a moment before looking through the glass, how to know which was the last time he would live! This week was scheduled to take her to be sterilized. It is no longer necessary. Will not meow asking for food or to get between my legs, do not chase your puppy anymore. She's dead.

Vulpia do not know if he crossed to the driver but he could do nothing to avoid it, but what I am sure of is that it occurred close to the animal if it were alive to carry to an emergency veterinarian. His only concern was whether his car had been dented bumper. And I know something else: that this road, which limit is 50 kph, vehicles, especially at night, mostly to spend more than twice as fast. Few brake in crosswalks even if they see a pedestrian crossing with intent. I'm tired of having long-dead animals and sensing that sooner or later someone will behold that of the step they took from A Xunta after months of sending repeated letters about the situation, was installed in front of my house a band reducing with a fixed speed so ridiculous, that the cars pass over it without hardly noticing it packed. They did it just to leave them in peace, because that is what I have to know - yes, very good words - to express my disagreement with a performance with a lot of Paripe and virtually no effectiveness.

Near where I live is a fast track where a every other day hit animals also die. There will undoubtedly be subjected to other species unknown to me, but I have recorded at least the following: dogs, cats, foxes, wild boars, horses, hedgehogs and owls. Several months ago, while going down that road, I saw a cocker wandering disoriented through the center of it, passing cars dodged it both ways but none of them stopped to pick it up. Today, fortunately for him and then to pass so close to death, is in a foster home where we care for and love you. So complicated is "losing" a few minutes and take the dog to a place that has no chance to emerge unscathed by itself?

Not long ago, and another road in the area in the distance I saw something black in the middle of my lane. In front of me was a car that did not stop to get there, not even pulled away, ran over but failed to touch with any wheel. That driver had to realize, as I did, that this "package" was a black cat that had just run over and he was still alive. What kind of person is able to move with his vehicle on a wounded animal? And how to take it by without stopping to help him and follow his path as if nothing had happened? Be very despicable to show such vile behavior. The picture of a greyhound that appears in this text metal lying on a stretcher, is that of a dog that was abandoned after being hit in that state for a long time, was seen by hundreds of people passed by without being moved until the Finally, one stopped, picked it up, I tried day care and the animal is recovered and adopted. Most do not have that "luck" and die alone after hours of suffering.

I am convinced that most people try to dodge a child suddenly crossing the road, and that some - not as many as before - extreme caution when they see her on the shoulder, for no one escapes the unpredictability of their movements. But there is a good group of people whose reaction at the wheel depends exclusively on the size of the animal, and what a quick and easy calculation to perform, the brake or turn is a measure made on the basis that they can run him over or cause damage in the car. For this reason, all you have time to stop it before a horse, but a few do not stop or divert the case of a cat and few very few do so when an unhappy hedgehog slowly crossing the road.

I know that sometimes accidents are inevitable, otherwise there would be no crossing pedestrians killed by a reckless manner. And I know that the abuses of animals at times cost him his life to the driver. However, behind these events impossible to avoid laying is involved in them, is often negligent attitude of the Administration, since such type of fatal incidents often take place in high-speed tracks where, precisely to avoid such tragedies, should be animal crossing and closures for the margins to prevent the emergence of animals, beings who do not may be required to be aware of the danger and they know the highway code, but men whose job is responsible for effective management such infrastructure.

How many roads compliant as far as habitat protection concerns?, Especially taking into account that the work almost always means a change in a natural environment category ecosystem. It is common not enable passageways for animals adapted to the species in the area, or if they are built Poorly designed or impractical. It is also very normal to find that the road side panels have openings or breaks can fit even for larger specimens. This lack of foresight, expertise and maintenance has resulted in the deaths of millions of animals and dozens of human beings each year.

The shocking picture of bodies rotting by the roadside could be minimized and much fighting traffic external factors, such as abandonment, breeding pets for sale or sterilization, and other inherent therein, such is a proper fence on the roads that need it or wildlife crossings effective, and what the drivers are concerned, greater respect for speed limits, stop if time and space for it when we see an animal crossing, whatever their nature or size, or extreme caution if we observe that walking along the shoulder, just like we would if instead of a dog was a child.

If despite all this, comes the unfortunately we can not prevent abuse, we must have the sensitivity, generosity and courage to stop and get off the car, but not to check if there is a scratch on the plate, but to see if it is still possible to save that cat that perhaps all who has a fractured leg and therefore could be cured and live. But if you leave lying there another car that will crush the tail, and behind you break one more than the hip ... and thus, their agony will last until a driver, nor will stop, go through his wheel over the animal's head exploded against the asphalt.

And if they are afraid that the poor creature be soiled with blood wound the tapestry of their brand new car, put it under some newspapers or plastic. Or if you want to spend a few euros at the vet, call the nearest protective than good sure, in this situation will not let the animal left to its fate fatal. Solutions to their squeamishness or material impediments exist, if they want to search, of course, because it is no remedy for selfishness and hardness of heart. And miserable, very miserable have to be to pass over a living and continue without looking back. The others, those who trample can avoid it, are simply criminals.

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Jose Pablo Feinmann words

Dear (much) Jose Pablo Feinman:
You wrote in Book I of the "Critique of Reason Imperial "this passage: " ... One of the great achievements of the communications revolution has been used to the horror of the story. We can be doing anything, be anywhere, and we'll see on TV or on the cover of a newspaper some atrocious image. Or children who die of hunger or Saddam Hussein about to be hanged or tortured in Abu Ghraib Guantánamoo. We will continue with ours. At best, it is thought, then looks better and more calmly on the Internet. But the Internet is the death of emotion. It is the realm of homelessness. No one stops at nothing. Is an infinite navigation toward a goal unattainable and unknowable in the midst of a virtual universe within which means nothing nothing. This sleight of meaning, this flattening of all that exists ("everything is on the Internet"), the impossibility of constructing truths in a world that stifles all the information, to get from one place to another, with the vertigo senseless links, is the essence of homo internet, and that no one be fooled by the solidarity networks that incontinence or solitary subjectivities are blogs. All this is short. Humans are born to communicate with each other's presence (or, indeed, this communication is richer than the virtual), eye contact and touch and even smell his breath. "
Sometimes you is authorized to disagree with whom he admires, will perhaps a good sign, because, after all, from his place, can recognize that the Other, that in capital letters, it has its flaws, its holes, its human inconsistencies, at least from the perspective of those who may feel challenged by his words. And finally, for that matter, whether you, a teacher in their role to remove the nest of thought, like mine, a reader trying to be disobedient. Because at the very moment when I become a reader obediently went to the devil (the discourse of power, we need to) their efforts and mine.
One time I had the pleasure of listening to, and briefly interact with you, under Nation of Coffee Culture in the old Cosmos cinema, where we, among many things, from media companies. I was there with my eldest son, two generations sharing with you and many others, that magical moment of a meeting of people stripping their thinking, daring to go a step further stimulated by what was being created collectively, both Inside this room, like on the outside of the country that is forging (Scalabrini and Jauretche tribute to, advisers in this forging).
I have, therefore, an invaluable reminder of the meeting, as meetings Open Letter to the ground to attend, many of them an invitation to thought. But I beg to differ, or perhaps even that, but to open a parenthesis on that communication is not made face to face, such as blogs, the Internet domain assholes.
My humble Franciscan blog, read by very few people probably born, like many others, between 2008 and 2009, children of the attempt destituyente of agri-business, media and political representatives. We were born to support a government that had been proposed to recover such thing infamously swiped from the blood of the missing, the state's role, the idea of \u200b\u200bsolidarity as a social pillar, the culture of laburo. With our few virtues and defects excessive, we, within a predominantly adverse class (those with access to computers) the possibility to think that there is a version of reality differs from that of the concentrated media, when there was much more eco than Página/12 6 7 8 and some radio programs. I disagree with the concepts of death in the realm of emotion and homelessness. Each of us read many others, writes with many nuances , enormously rich in its diversity. The excitement and ideas moving, are threaded, merge and split up to meet again. Generate, mobilize, encourage the feeling and thinking. I'm not saying this in no way replace the "face", but it is only a solitary habit indulgent . Many of those writing on their blogs are real activists, people who leave their job duties and are to follow in their games (I should clarify that it is not my case) They also are jerks who have a blog? I do not deserve so forceful a statement. And for not doing so tedious, a reference to the issue of information: although it is not absent from the blogs, the question occurs to me is more about the collective construction of a look, a fact that information itself. And if something should be stressed here is two words: collective construction, construction of meaning to architecture from the exchange, and will form part of the baggage with which daily to discuss who the country and the country we dream.
Finally, a teacher, I greatly appreciate his provocative words, because they are at the root of many others who write, trying, despite our limitations, to be subjects where we expected manipulated as objects.
With the greatest respectfully, greeted him warmly.