Empty prayer empty mouths talk about the passion
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world
I am grateful today to have the passion I was gifted with. I cannot imagine being able to survive in this world without that great gift.
Yesterday, my mom died. When you lose your mother, it's a huge thing. We might not have always agreed on everything, but I was able to come to terms with her in her last days. Who gave me that? Why, the pit bulls, of course.
Every day, I live in an arena of death. I am mired in and surrounded by photographs, pleas and stories of dogs dying on death row across the country and beyond. Were it not for the passion I've been given to try and help one or several, I would have floundered and dematerialized long ago.
The pit bulls keep me alive. I can't quit. I wrote in my book being in rescue is much like the mafia. You cannot quit.
I can write that one article about that one dog. Who knows who might see that piece and know someone who can help? It's the most concrete evidence that we are all part of a greater good, a life force at work even in the most dire of circumstances.
The reward? The passion itself. The knowing that you are doing what you were placed upon this earth to do. No more, no less.
Doubt? Look into the eyes of that dog...the one in the photograph, the one by your side. The eyes never lie.
When I listen to these so called rescue groups talk about the passion...spending money to travel and pay themselves to 'educate', I am sickened. I can listen to R.E.M.'s words...'empty prayer, empty mouths, talk about the passion' and get it.
You with your empty mouths, your lies..how can you turn your backs on those dogs dying today? That is my question for you. You are the shame of this nation and someday there will be an open-eyed reckoning for you to face.
Passion to me is going on, carrying on the weight of the world in all its mundane acts. Raising money to board the dogs, completing tons of IRS forms for taxes, tending to the details surrounding my mother's death, doing all the things I don't want to do, but must.
That song, originally written about hunger became, for me at least, is about something far greater than mere hunger for food.
I must feel pity for those who can turn away from their calling. They are empty unrealized shells and must be kicked aside to clear the pathway.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Talk About the Passion

Saturday, December 31, 2011
Oh, Dambala
Some days, hopelessly, I sit at this computer trying to do a little bit to help animals. The hardest part is remaining productive in the midst of the huge atrocities I encounter on a daily, no a momentary basis.
How can anyone hurt animals? In any way? This commentary is not just about the animal abusers, but for those people who use innocent animals in any way other than as they were placed on this earth.
Each day, I see scared, hurt animals cowering in the corners of filthy shelters. Most end up being euthanized. There simply are not enough rescue groups saving animals to provide for all of these mistreated creatures.
When I listen to Nina Simone sing Dambala, I feel a connection. This song was written as a cry about the horrors of slavery, but I hear the moaning of all who're mistreated in its verse.
I would imagine the musician Exuma who wrote this intense piece carried the same fierce anger I feel. I am amazed at the comfort I get from hearing these words. When listening to Nina Simone sing Dambala, another layer projects itself and the power of that is both terrifying and empowering.
When I hear these words, I feel strength to carry on with my own meager work. I can go on, one small step at a time to try and help these suffering ones.
Call this a voodoo curse, a hex, a poem, a lament, a dirge for all those who mistreat animals.
Whether it be someone who takes his senior pet to a high kill facility to be put to sleep by a stranger, a dog fighter who makes money in the most sinful manner,
any rescue group who misappropriates much needed donations for self gain while animals die,
to you, canned hunters who pilfer lives that wander on your ugly Texas ranches....
this song is dedicated to you.
These words might not be heard by you today, but someday there will be a reckoning as...
"You slavers will know what itsLike to be a slaveSlave to your mindSlave to your raceYou won't go to heavenYou won't go to hellYou remain in your gravesWith the stench and the smell"
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How can anyone hurt animals? In any way? This commentary is not just about the animal abusers, but for those people who use innocent animals in any way other than as they were placed on this earth.
Each day, I see scared, hurt animals cowering in the corners of filthy shelters. Most end up being euthanized. There simply are not enough rescue groups saving animals to provide for all of these mistreated creatures.
When I listen to Nina Simone sing Dambala, I feel a connection. This song was written as a cry about the horrors of slavery, but I hear the moaning of all who're mistreated in its verse.
I would imagine the musician Exuma who wrote this intense piece carried the same fierce anger I feel. I am amazed at the comfort I get from hearing these words. When listening to Nina Simone sing Dambala, another layer projects itself and the power of that is both terrifying and empowering.
When I hear these words, I feel strength to carry on with my own meager work. I can go on, one small step at a time to try and help these suffering ones.
Call this a voodoo curse, a hex, a poem, a lament, a dirge for all those who mistreat animals.
Whether it be someone who takes his senior pet to a high kill facility to be put to sleep by a stranger, a dog fighter who makes money in the most sinful manner,
any rescue group who misappropriates much needed donations for self gain while animals die,
to you, canned hunters who pilfer lives that wander on your ugly Texas ranches....
this song is dedicated to you.
These words might not be heard by you today, but someday there will be a reckoning as...
"You slavers will know what itsLike to be a slaveSlave to your mindSlave to your raceYou won't go to heavenYou won't go to hellYou remain in your gravesWith the stench and the smell"
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
Think of the wings of a three toed frog
Eat weeds from the deepest part of sea
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
You slavers will know
What it's like to be a slave
Slave to your heartSlave to your soul
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
You slavers will know what its
Like to be a slave
Slave to your mind
Slave to your race
You won't go to heaven
You won't go to hell
You remain in your graves
With the stench and the smell
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
Think of the wings of a three toed frog
Eat weeds from the deepest part of sea
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
On the seventh day God will be there
On the seventh night satan will be there
You slavers will know
What it's like to be a slave
Slave to your heartSlave to your soul
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
You slavers will know what its
Like to be a slave
Slave to your mind
Slave to your race
You won't go to heaven
You won't go to hell
You remain in your graves
With the stench and the smell
Oh dambala come dambala
Oh dambala come dambala
Read more: NINA SIMONE - DAMBALA LYRICS http://www.metrolyrics.com/dambala-lyrics-nina-simone.html#ixzz1i7ZMj5Ee
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
December Boarding
Every month, Reunion Rescue raises over $2,000 to board the wonderful dogs in our care.
This month, we've created a chip in to try and raise the money to board our dogs.
Due to bad media and pet over-population, adoptions have been slow. Reunion Rescue believes in our dogs and will make sure they have sanctuary until their perfect forever homes finally arrive.
Here are our beautiful dogs. We wish we could save them all.
Please share and ask about our sponsor program. Every penny goes 100% to the dogs.
This month, we've created a chip in to try and raise the money to board our dogs.
Due to bad media and pet over-population, adoptions have been slow. Reunion Rescue believes in our dogs and will make sure they have sanctuary until their perfect forever homes finally arrive.
Here are our beautiful dogs. We wish we could save them all.
Please share and ask about our sponsor program. Every penny goes 100% to the dogs.
California Dogs:
Spuds | American Bulldog Young, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Hazel | American Staffordshire Terrier Cattle Dog Young, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Jasmine | American Staffordshire Terrier Chesapeake Bay Retriever Adult, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Cleopatra | American Staffordshire Terrier German Shepherd Dog Adult, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
William | American Staffordshire Terrier Rhodesian Ridgeback Young, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Bella | American Staffordshire Terrier Adult, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Patch | American Staffordshire Terrier Adult, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Sweet P | American Staffordshire Terrier Baby, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Bliss | American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Pearlie Girl | American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Female | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Diesel | Cattle Dog American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA | |
Guido | Staffordshire Bull Terrier American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Male | Reunion Rescue San Francisco, CA |
Gibson | Australian Cattle Dog (Blue Heeler) Adult, Male | Animals First San Francisco, CA | |
Arthur | English Bulldog American Bulldog Young, Male | Animals First San Francisco, CA | |
Darla | German Shepherd Dog Young, Female | Animals First San Francisco, CA | |
Jesse | Hovawart Corgi Adult, Male | Animals First San Francisco, CA | |
Cooper, Duke, Rory, Jess | Labrador Retriever American Staffordshire Terrier Baby, Male | Animals First San Francisco, CA | |
Dixie | Welsh Terrier Young, Female | Animals First San Francisco, CA |
Texas dogs:
Izzy | American Staffordshire Terrier American Bulldog Young, Female | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Pip | Belgian Shepherd Malinois Doberman Pinscher Young, Female | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Teddy | Bernese Mountain Dog Australian Shepherd Young, Male | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Dexter a.k.a. Dexie | Great Dane Pointer Young, Male | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Journey | Great Pyrenees Young, Female | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Angel | Rhodesian Ridgeback American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Male | Animals First Rescue Austin, TX | |
Mr. Sweets | American Bulldog American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Male | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Izzy | American Staffordshire Terrier American Bulldog Young, Female | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Robbie | American Staffordshire Terrier Australian Cattle Dog (Blue Heeler) Young, Male | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Batgirl | American Staffordshire Terrier Pit Bull Terrier Adult, Female | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Stella | American Staffordshire Terrier Pit Bull Terrier Young, Female | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Holly Berry | American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Female | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX | |
Amber | Staffordshire Bull Terrier American Staffordshire Terrier Young, Female | Reunion Rescue Austin, TX |

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