At 03:05 PM 9/22/03 +0100, ken wrote:

Major Variola (ret.) wrote:

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This is *not* a spoof.

Why should we think it a spoof? Maybe the USA is just catchiung up. In my home town, Brighton in Enlgand, people calling themselves the ALF used to do this sort of thing pretty regularly in the late 70s and in the 80s. Once they let some cattle free in the street from a local abattoir.

One *might* think it a spoof because the ALFers rescued 4 overweight ducks. Had they been, say, a couple of tracheotomized lab beagles, or something else furry with big brown eyes, the PR would have been better. And letting the cattle roam a street is not going to save them, unless the street is in India. The ducks were taken to vets and will be taken care of. I realize that some UK ALFers are a bit more effective. The local ELFers are at least making more of a financial dent ---toast some West Covina Hummers, recycle the carbon in some San Diego houses under construction. Auntie Arson would be proud. Of course, they get called domestic terrorists, having harmed *zero* animals (incl. simians), while some of our revered congressvermin have killed people. (Its ok, they were just gooks, and they had government permission; well, except for that congressvermin who recently ran down a motorcyclist; and Ted Kennedy of course; and all the indirect violence the congressvermin create.) Its all about as amusing as the ending of "12 monkeys"... --- "all the normalities of the social contract are abandoned in war" Jack Valenti MPAA pres, in LATimes on Kerry's war crimes "If we are thieves, so were the members of the Underground Railroad who freed the slaves of the South; And if we are vandals, so were those who destroyed forever the gas chambers of Buchanwald and Auschwitz." -- X (ALF) "I didn't claw my way to the top of the food chain to eat vegetables" -Anon The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want He makes me down to lie Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives He releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets, For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.