- WHAT IS A PERRERAS? Spain shelters where dogs and cats (stray or abandoned there by their owner) are killed after 10 days from their arrival, unless you pay to adopt them.
- WHY ARE THE PETS KILLED? The spanish governement gives 60-90€ each pet killed (and the so-called-civiled Europe let them do so) so the people who work there can’t wait to kill them, regardless of how adoptable the animal may be.
- HOW ARE THE KILLED? brutally, some are killed in gas chambers, where they die a slowly and agonizing death while other animals die and scream around them. Some others, or the one that get out alive from gas chambers, are paralyzed with an injection (less expensive than euthanasia) and throw alive in a crematorium.
- HOW IS LIFE IN A PERRERAS? Hell on Earth. Google it if you don’t believe me, terrified pets are throw in dirty and dark cells with little or no food and water and often beaten. Adults are put with puppies and only the strongest ones eat. Many die of fear and many die of illness like canine distempe or killed by their panic-stricken companions.
This is a video taken few days ago that show you the condition of puppies after few hours in a perreras: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10201711195846168&set=o.471574322928048&type=2&theater There were more than 30 puppies only that day. we saved some, but some died.
- WHAT CAN I DO TO SAVE THEM? Donate. doesn’t matter how much. every cent counts. you can send your donation to my PAYPAL (email@example.com) but PLEASE let me know with a comment or on that mail how much you sent so that I know these money go to this cause and I can publicly show the receipt once money are sent in Spain and keep every donor informed. You can remain anonymous if you wish but let me know how much you sent. I want it to be clear for everyone to see that every single cent go to the cats and dogs.
- ARE YOU OFFERING COMMISSIONS? Yes sir! I’m offering 15€ (19$) lineart commission (examples: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4) for every fandom or original characters, EVERYTHING will go to save those dogs and cats.
Measuringlife is also offering fic commissions, and she's an amazing writer! you can find more information HERE.
Those are the urgent one:
cage 50 - cage 117 - cage 118 - cage 35 . A black Labrador was killed a couple days ago and we only have time until MONDAY for these four! this is an emergency and we are desperately asking for help! We need AT LEAST 250€ to save them but there will be vaccinations to get done and the trip to Italy to find adoptions.
Please, signal boost and if you can, donate or commissions me. Remember than even 1€ can help!
5 euros won’t change your life, but may change theirs.
THANK YOU! ♥
(ps. I'll be back on LJ eventually, probably later on this month)
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There hadn't been water for weeks there because all the pipes were completely frozen, until today, when the pipe of the washing machine decided to explode when nobody was home...I was able to stop the water and call the plumber (that didn't even show up in the end) but the room was already filled with 10-12 cm of water, lovely, really lovely.
My mom came home from work and it took 3 and half hours to clean everything up. 3 hours and half in 10cm of icy water, my hands and feet were almost purple :|
If I don't wake up tomorrow with a temperature of 40° I'm invincible.
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And and and...I needed something to relax a little yesterday and this happened....the Greil's Mercenaries as dogs. Don't ask, I don't know.
Soren is awful, that's all I'm sure of right now.
Happy new year, hope the 2012 will be a better year for everyone ♥
Sorry, no Tales of this year, 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors has eaten my brain...and this character is even called Santa, I couldn't resist XD (there is a better explanation of the picture in the DA description if you are interested, just click on it)
ps. measuringlife your gift will come soon, I'm sorry I wasn't able to draw everything in time but I haven't forgot!
ps2. mystofthestars I got your card yesterday! thank you so much <3
I'm slowly getting used to everything, even if it this feels unreal. The hardest part is breaking up habits, my brain keeps on remind me to dry salad every evening before going to bed, to peel a slice of apple in the morning, or to check that the volume of the music is not too high and the windows is open.......almost 10 years are a lot, especially living in the same room, I need a little time to convince my brain that all those everyday tasks are not in need anymore. I have a lot of space in my room now that I don't know what to do with it........with a cat or a dog you can't trick your mind to think he/she is just in another room, it's not possible in this case.
Some other unpleasant things happened too, always all at the same time obviously, but I don't want to think about it and I don't even really care much at the moment. But! my mom is adorable, we are thinking about taking another cat, and since I mentioned I'd love a red and white one she bought me this ;__; okay, she treats me like I'm 5 years old but still...I found the whole thing adorable :°
btw....I'll forever wonder how my cat can be comfortable on my joysticks. She sleep there pretty often too.
---- Random icon meme taken by mystofthestars
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--- On fandom news.....I'm more excited for Animal Crossing 3D than the new Fire Emblem?
To tell the truth, I was happy when Nintendo first announced the 3DS but now...I don't even know if I want to buy one. I don't know, there are a lot of amazing games on it but....the 3D is an huge turn off for me somehow. I liked the simpler 2D games way better...after all my favourite genre is visual novel and that says a lot
In any case, I'd exchange everything about 3DS for new Wii games in a heartbeat. ;__;
About the new Fire Emblem..eeer...dnw. The artstyle is very generic and anime-like, the character design looks like a mixture of Persona and Final Fantasy and it just....doesn't feel like FE at all. While the 2 players option is alluring, I'm not really looking forward to the unison attacks (two units with supports attacking together or something like that). I understand one has to try new things, but this just seems too much all at once. I'm not happy at all at the moment but it's too early to speak about characters and story so....we'll see. :/
I just don't want FE to end like Ace Attorney or Pokemon in which I loved the first games but hated the latest ones (Apollo Justice - 5° generation) with passion...I know it's shallow but bad "sequels" often kill the fandom for me ;___;
And the same goes for the 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors sequel...I'm excited for it, I just hope I won't end up disappointed.
Also. Nintendo. I want a fucking Earthbound/Mother 3 remake before everything else.
09/04/2002 (?) - 06/09/2011
I'm leaving this open for comments just in case anyone wants to say something but please please please don't feel obligated to comment or even to read, I'm sorry for this entry but I need to write things down to clear my mind. I've been crying for more than 7 hours now and I need to calm down, I can't cry tomorrow at work and unfortunately, I'll have a lot of time to think.
I probably sounds completely out of mind but I don't care.
I know this may sounds excessive for most of you but just as my mom said some hours ago at the phone...he was a rabbit, but he was not a rabbit for us. He was part of my family, and one of the most important things in my life....I never felt such a connection with anyone, not human nor animal, I still can't believe a little rabbit could be such....a world. There is no way to describe how much he gave to me in all these years and how much I'm going to miss him.
I took the rabbit home in April 2002 (I was 14 years old then) after months of asking for one, it was a gift from a friend of my mother I could never stand...my parents weren't happy about it, especially because when he was young he had the bad habit of biting everything... but in the end everyone loved him so much. He lived in my room all these years, first in the cottage and after that in all the 3 (or 4?) houses I lived in in the city. He was a very active pet, costantly running around and playing with everything. For a good while, he didn't let anyone apart me enter my room, he stood proudly at the door and bit everyone that dared entering...he also loved to prank people, waking my brother's wife with an high sound near her face, running away, and doing it again as soon as she felt asleep. XD
He had his own little code to make us understand his needs...one lick to the cage for a piece of apple, knocking over the bowl when the food wasn't good. standing up on feet for salad, running in circle in the cage if he wanted to came out, etc etc.
Eveytime I felt upset or down, the only thing able to calm me down was cuddling him...I have no idea why but his little body gave me such a strength I never found anywhere else, Clif had something special in him, I'm sure of this. I've spent the most serene evening of my life cuddling Clif and I'll never forget it. I don't think I'll never be able to adopt another rabbit.
I still can't believe he's dead, I never felt more alone in my life. I turn around and there is only an empty space but I still feel his presence behind my back, I still think he'll be there in his yellow cage when I look, straighting his ears and looking at me. I'm so used to hearing little noises in the night and to check him in the morning... I spent everynight of the last 9 years saying "goodnight Clif" before sleeping, I'm so used to it that I often said it even when not at home. and now?
I thought I was prepared, I thought about his death a lot in the past years and yet...I can't believe it. I thought I would feel a sense of release despite it all...but I don't. In all these 9 years, I've felt anxious everytime I went on holiday ...or just out of the house in the last weeks, scared that he may die all alone. Everytime he felt ill he called from me, kicking the cage as long as it took me to hear him and get near. He never bit me, not even when I was little and made him angry, he always searched for me and in all these years he had just been the most lovely creature ever. He deserved all the love in this world ... he deserved to live for another 10 years or more....but that's not possible, unfortunately.
A lot of things happened, he had been at the vet for grave illness more than one time but he never gave up, he loved to live. Yesterday he wanted to go on the balcony come hell, despite not being able to walk on his own anymore....I took him there and stayed with him for a while. He didn't want to die, I'm sure of this, I've seen old animals being just resigned or serene at the feeling of death....he tried in every way to live just a little more, to not be alone. I feel bad for putting him down but I know there was nothing else to do at that point. It was a pain to see him like that and I know it was his time, I know I did everything to make him die peacefully, I know he had a long and -I hope- happy life.....but it still doesn't feel right.
I can't take away the feeling that he's still here, in my room.
In the end, he waited for me. When I got home today he was laying on his side, with no more energies to move anymore....but as soon as saw me he raised his head and briefly licked my hand happily...after that he just laid down and didn't move anymore, not even when we put him in a box and took him to the vet. I'm happy I was there with him in his last moments at least.
......my mom did everything she could, she even paid a lot to cremate him because neither of us could think of throwing his body in the garbage, as silly as this sound. I was unsure about what to do with his cage, because it was a very expensive and good one, but my mom was adamant about throwing it and everything that was "his" away....and I'm glad for that.
Animals are the only thing that still makes me believe there can be something good in this fucking world, they had been the cause of most of the pain of my life, most of my psychological damage was caused by the ways I've seen my cats die since I was little, but no matter how much I suffer when they die, I could never, never live without them.
No one will be ever be like Cliffy.
Grazie. Mi mancherai moltissimo.
Silvio Berlusconi's record: The man who screwed an entire country
SILVIO BERLUSCONI has a lot to smile about. In his 74 years, he has created a media empire that made him Italy’s richest man. He has dominated politics since 1994 and is now Italy’s longest-serving prime minister since Mussolini. He has survived countless forecasts of his imminent departure. Yet despite his personal successes, he has been a disaster as a national leader—in three ways.
Two of them are well known. The first is the lurid saga of his “Bunga Bunga” sex parties, one of which has led to the unedifying spectacle of a prime minister being put on trial in Milan on charges of paying for sex with a minor. The Rubygate trial has besmirched not just Mr Berlusconi, but also his country.
However shameful the sexual scandal has been, its impact on Mr Berlusconi’s performance as a politician has been limited, so this newspaper has largely ignored it. We have, however, long protested about his second failing: his financial shenanigans. Over the years, he has been tried more than a dozen times for fraud, false accounting or bribery. His defenders claim that he has never been convicted, but this is untrue. Several cases have seen convictions, only for them to be set aside because the convoluted proceedings led to trials being timed out by a statute of limitations—at least twice because Mr Berlusconi himself changed the law. That was why this newspaper argued in April 2001 that he was unfit to lead Italy.
We have seen no reason to change that verdict. But it is now clear that neither the dodgy sex nor the dubious business history should be the main reason for Italians looking back on Mr Berlusconi as a disastrous, even malign, failure. Worst by far has been a third defect: his total disregard for the economic condition of his country. Perhaps because of the distraction of his legal tangles, he has failed in almost nine years as prime minister to remedy or even really to acknowledge Italy’s grave economic weaknesses. As a result, he will leave behind him a country in dire straits.
A chronic disease, not an acute one
That grim conclusion might surprise students of the euro crisis. Thanks to the tight fiscal policy of Mr Berlusconi’s finance minister, Giulio Tremonti, Italy has so far escaped the markets’ wrath. Ireland, not Italy, is the I in the PIGS (with Portugal, Greece and Spain). Italy avoided a housing bubble; its banks did not go bust. Employment held up: the unemployment rate is 8%, compared with over 20% in Spain. The budget deficit in 2011 will be 4% of GDP, against 6% in France.
Yet these reassuring numbers are deceptive. Italy’s economic illness is not the acute sort, but a chronic disease that slowly gnaws away at vitality. When Europe’s economies shrink, Italy’s shrinks more; when they grow, it grows less. As our special report in this week’s issue points out, only Zimbabwe and Haiti had lower GDP growth than Italy in the decade to 2010. In fact GDP per head in Italy actually fell. Lack of growth means that, despite Mr Tremonti, the public debt is still 120% of GDP, the rich world’s third-biggest. This is all the more worrying given the rapid ageing of Italy’s population.
Low average unemployment disguises some sharp variations. A quarter of young people—far more in parts of the depressed south—are jobless. The female-participation rate in the workforce is 46%, the lowest in western Europe. A mix of low productivity and high wages is eroding competitiveness: whereas productivity rose by a fifth in America and a tenth in Britain in the decade to 2010, in Italy it fell by 5%. Italy comes 80th in the World Bank’s “Doing Business” index, below Belarus and Mongolia, and 48th in the World Economic Forum’s competitiveness rankings, behind Indonesia and Barbados.
The Bank of Italy’s outgoing governor, Mario Draghi, spelt things out recently in a hard-hitting farewell speech (before taking the reins at the European Central Bank). He insisted that the economy desperately needs big structural reforms. He pinpointed stagnant productivity and attacked government policies that “fail to encourage, and often hamper, [Italy’s] development”, such as delays in the civil-justice system, poor universities, a lack of competition in public and private services, a two-tier labour market with protected insiders and exposed outsiders, and too few big firms.
All these things are beginning to affect Italy’s justly acclaimed quality of life. Infrastructure is getting shabbier. Public services are stretched. The environment is suffering. Real incomes are at best stagnant. Ambitious young Italians are quitting their country in droves, leaving power in the hands of an elderly and out-of-touch elite. Few Europeans despise their pampered politicians as much as Italians do.
Eppur si muove
When this newspaper first denounced Mr Berlusconi, many Italian businesspeople replied that only his roguish, entrepreneurial chutzpah offered any chance to modernise the economy. Nobody claims that now. Instead they offer the excuse that the fault is not his; it is their unreformable country’s.
Yet the notion that change is impossible is not just defeatist but also wrong. In the mid-1990s successive Italian governments, desperate not to be left out of the euro, pushed through some impressive reforms. Even Mr Berlusconi has occasionally managed to pass some liberalising measures in between battling the courts: back in 2003 the Biagi labour-market law cut red tape at the bottom, boosting employment, and many economists have praised Italy’s pension reforms. He might have done much more had he used his vast power and popularity to do something other than protect his own interests. Entrepreneurial Italy will pay dearly for his pleasures.
And if Mr Berlusconi’s successors are as negligent as he is? The euro crisis is forcing Greece, Portugal and Spain to push through huge reforms in the teeth of popular protest. In the short term, this will hurt; in the long term, it should give the peripheral economies new zip. Some are also likely to cut their debt burden by restructuring. An unreformed and stagnant Italy, with a public debt stuck at over 120% of GDP, would then find itself exposed as the biggest backmarker in the euro. The culprit? Mr Berlusconi, who will no doubt be smiling still.Source: The Economist
The day I'll see a similar article on one of italian newspaper, I'll start to think that maybe, just maybe, we are some sort of democracy.
I won't add anything else, facts are better than opinions and I bet everyone can guess what I think about this anyway.
un riassuntino fa sempre piacere
Mi raccomandato tutti a votare 4 Sì questo week-end! che sennò....
EDIT: Non so quanto sia attendibile, ma mi dissero che le schede sono in carte copiativa e che quindi i voti vanno segnati senza sovrapprore un foglio sull'altro, per il rischio che il segno passi a quelle sotto e che vengano annullate. Nel dubbio meglio darci un occhio :/