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It’s eyes stare through me into the distance, as it stands statuesque as if to look into the horizon but not actually take the views in. It stands still never trying to move anywhere, and if by some impulse it did, the shackles and chains networked round its legs wouldn’t allow movement of any more than a few feet. But it doesn’t want to move – it has probably never known freedom more than likely being born into this suffocating invisible cage. The only freedom this intelligent and aware animal is awarded is the regimented and strictly enforced yomp through a select token collection of grasses and trees to satisfy the visiting Westerners taste for the exotic.

Elephant sanctuary” the various mahouts repeatedly   refer to this place as, ironically while wielding their ominous sharply spiked bullhooks. Like a suspenseful horror, the issue of the bullhooks is a hushed topic yet the symbolism of them paints a very vivid picture. The relationship between the elephant as a wild animal and the idea of domesticating and training elephants is one that many people can argue that either could be better for the welfare of the elephants. Standing here in this dusty arena however, watching an elephant knock a ball into a net dressed in a tacky David Beckham saddle throw, while another robotically drags a massive tree trunk chained to it along the ground, it’s difficult to attach the words ‘welfare’ and ‘within the elephants best interests’ to this scene. Earlier in the day, me and the lovely Cathryn (love you xxxxx) had bathed in a nearby river with the elephants and their mahouts. The elephants had seemed to lap up this outing and for a short while, their robotic demeanour giving way to a subtle sparkle as they rolled and sprayed. However, even this was a controlled environment, continuing to operate within the acceptable parameters of their controlling mahouts. But even this brief relief for the elephants leads us on to consider the elephants’ treatment when the baying mob isn’t present.

This place is called a sanctuary, giving the impression that the animals taken into care here are encouraged to display natural behaviour and provided with a safe but free environment to stimulate the elephants. This is the case with most of the other sanctuaries for the variety of animals resident within them, yet this sanctuary seems less in the elephants’ interests and more in the novelty and monetary interests of the human side of this relationship. Elephants have been studied and shown to display levels of awareness regarding their environment and their social groups. What this means is that elephants, like people, can be negatively affected by situations or events that they may encounter. Elephants have been known to identify non predator danger as well as predators and to rescue their young, as well as mourning the passing of members of their family groups and have even been viewed returning to a particular family member’s place of death. Elephants exposed to traumatic environments or with their natural stimulus removed are often mentally affected, with their behaviour starkly reflecting this. Bullhooks, performing elephants, shackles, and existing to amuse a crowd. This isn’t a sanctuary, this is a circus.

Indeed, it would be unfair to take this as a sweeping statement about all elephant sanctuaries, but not all of these establishments are equal, some being more of a sanctuary than others. In many cases, the culprits casually brandish the word and wave it about, playing on the good reputation and regard that other beneficial sanctuaries create through a higher level of consideration for the animals, in order to draw the notoriously animal compassionate Western tourists in. Were the establishment to be called an ‘Elephant Entertainment Show’ or even ‘Performing Elephant Compound’, this would immediately activate the negative response of most Western individuals, yet calling it an ‘Elephant Sanctuary’ effectively bridges over this negative response to the reality that the elephants are performing manipulated animals to the extent that throughout the visit, the tourists will actually repeatedly tell themselves it is a sanctuary, clouding the reality in a pure white haze of ignorance. Because after all, ignorance is not only bliss, but it makes money too.

Ross Cairney


Boiling Cat’s Alive In Chinese Restaurants


Upsetting and explicit content.

Now I love animals, and I mean love them. I’m probably one of those annoying people who always talk about my pets and animal rights and all that shininigin. So I’m going be openly honest and say I cannot stand people who abuse/mistreat/kill animals. I mean i could actually shoot people like that so easily. It really, really gets to me when I find stuff like this and it really upsets me too. As a cat owner myself, I can safely say they are intelligent, elegant and beautiful animals and I cannot stand people who take advantage of their vulnerability “because they can”. The same with all animals. Im sorry to say but this world is so fucked up and humankind is destroying the planet and all the inhabitants of it apart from ourselves or course who are continuing to gain more and more power and destruction. So when I came across this article one day, probably on the PETA website I found it horrific that people can be so cruel to such innocent animals. This is what I found out.

Cruelty against cats is increasing in Guangdong, China, where over 10,000 domesticated cats are eaten daily. The cats, some of which are apparently being stolen from people’s houses, are transported in small cages to restaurants in the town where they are then cooked, often while they are still alive.The large city of Guangzhou, the capital of the Guangzhou province in the People’s Republic of China has started a new “fashion” trend in fine cuisine, cats.  Now, the restaurants on the outskirts of the city advertising “cat’s boiled alive” attracts them (of course :s). The photo below shows a typical chinese “cat restaurant’s”

food storage area. Dozens of kitty cats are kept in these metal crates for days, 10% dying from poor conditions, fatigue and disease. Beforehand, the kittens were bred for one purpose and one purpose only, to be eaten. More often than not, the kittens are reared in small rooms, each with a rope around their neck tied to a wall for the full 12 months of their kittenhood. The chinese believe eating kittens is unlucky so therefore, they wait until there adulthood before behind transfered to such horrific restaurants to await their fate.

A chef at such a restaurant had this to say,

What is “boiled alive cat”?

Cook: “[The cat] cannot be completely beaten to death, [because] it also needs to be boiled a little, this is what ‘live cooked cat’ is.”

Why do so many people like eating cat?

Cat eater: Eating cat meat can cure asthma, is a health supplement [something eaten for health benefits].

Cat meat has been traditionally believed to be effective for helping a person’s yin and yang balance, whereas recorded in Guangdong Yue cuisine recipies is a dish called “Long hu dou” [literally, “dragon fighting tiger”. The reason why cat meat is held in esteem lies in the naive belief of its eaters that it has a “health supplementing/boosting” effect.

The photos to the left show the preparation of a white cat to be eaten. The top picture shows a man holding up a cat from the “fur-removal machine” and the disturbing image below shows the cat being hung on a hook publically for weighing. May I also add that the sick bastard customers get to choose the cat they would like to eat from one of those crammed disgusting crates, similar to that of picking a lobster in a fancy restaurant.

Shown right is the cat still attached to the hook being boiled alive, conscious and breathing. Shown left bottom is the cat with its organs removed and right bottom displays the disburbing process of the cooking of the cat with a blowtorch.

“Express” reporter also discovered in an interview: To guarantee the freshness of the cat meat, most cat meat restaurants have adopted “live cooked cat”, “beating”, and similar methods of slaughtering live cats. “The more suffering, the better the taste. Doing it like this is to ensure that the blood is fully soaked into the flesh, and that the flavor of the cat meat prepared tastes great.”

So basically, the more “we” torture the poor creature and make it endure pain, the better tasting it is? This is ridiculous, no harmless animal should go through anything like this. It really angers and upsets me that people think this is OK and furthermore, would eat from such a restaurant.

I understand that this is olden chinese culture, and this does not relate to the whole of china as a country the same way when an abused dog in the UK is discovered we do not point to the whole nation. And like cows or pigs, it is normal cuisine in some countries, this is not what gets to me. It is the way it is done and frankly I think all animals in the food industry should be treated with utter respect and humanly killed.

I own a beautiful white cat called Luna Moon, thank god she’s not in china 😦

Those who have scrolled this far to read these words, please forward/repost this on, and pray for these shameless diners, because you [they, the diners] will suffer retribution in the future!!!

Cathryn Gribben

Alien’s on the Moon


Astronaut Buzz Aldrin during the first human l...

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Definition of the moon:  the celestial body that revolves around the earth from west to east in c. 27 days with reference to the stars and once in c. 29 days with reference to the sun, and that accompanies the earth in its yearly revolution about the sun: diameter, c. 3,476 km (c. 2,160 mi); mean distance from the earth, c. 384,404 km (c. 238,857 mi); mean density, c. that of the earth; mass, c.; volume, c.: with the.

I bet you’ve never even thought about or even had the slightest suspicion that there may in fact be extraterrestrial life on the moon. I don’t mean small microbes or simple life forms but high intelligent beings just like ourselves. This is probably due to the fact that from a very small age we have all been groomed to believe that it’s just a rock orbiting the Earth, in some cases we were told it was made of cheese and for the Muslim’s out there, the dark side of the moon is where heaven is. Surely enough it has been proven that it cannot sustain life due to the wrong elements in the atmosphere but how do we know that other “beings” aren’t harvesting or exploiting the moon. Well there is accumulating evidence suggesting that this is actually the case. When I put forward this bizarre theory to a colleague of mine (Kurt), he laughed in my face and suggested I was confused with the new transformers movie “the dark side of the moon”. No, im being serious, I like my conspiracy theories and welcome you all to read this and decide for yourself. For example, ask yourself these questions:

  • Why have we never been back to the moon, surely it would make an ideal space station?
  • Why are there no photo’s of the dark side of the moon?
  • Why does the moon landing seem almost rehearsed to perfection?

With his speech on May 25, 1961, President John F. Kennedy established the conquest of the Moon as a national goal. The space program, through NASA, was to have far reaching effects, developing new technologies and forcing the nation’s schools to emphasize the teaching of science and mathematics. It was a dramatic cultural revolution that eventually brought us things like velcro, Star Trek and the internet.

But even before it started, our exploration of the Moon was destined to be short-lived. Despite all the promises and science fiction movies, humans would not build bases on the Moon, mine for minerals or use it as a stepping stone to other planets. In fact, the Moon would soon be forgotten and ignored by space research — why?

It’s interesting when we think about it. I recently read a book The 12th Planet; Book I Of The Earth Chronicles by Zecharia Sitchin, a famous archeologist and scientist who also has references to this theory deciphering ancient Sumerian cuneiform tablets and referencing to the bible. Basically in more simpler terms, he shows evidence of other life forms once inhabiting the Earth and taught the ancient Egyptians/ Mayans etc astrology before fleeing. However, if you are interested in this sort of stuff I recommend this book as he goes on to say that these “Aliens” in which the Gods made us in their own image are using us for resources and are due back…relating back to this 2012 theory and the planet Niburu theory, often using the moon as a base for close observation.

The first and one of the last Moon landings by humans was in 1969 when Apollo 11 took the giant step for mankind. But years after the event, retired astronaut, Buzz Aldrin, revealed that everything we saw and heard was carefully scripted and rehearsed — with the astronauts even using cue cards to describe their impressions of the distant Earth and the surface of the Moon! Apparently NASA was frightened that something might accidentally be revealed to the millions of viewers. It’s pretty well known that giant stage sets were constructed to simulate the Moon’s surface and that models of the Lunar Module were filmed with actors wearing space suits.  But the question persists — why were they made?

Now, this is an actual cockpit transcript from NASA astronauts from firstly Apollo 14 followed by Apollo 11 kept hidden for 12 years and I bet you’ve never read/heard this before because even now NASA is ongoingly trying to stop the exposure of this leaked information from the public:

[Apollo 14]

LMP: That’s a spectacular crater.

CDR: Did you shoot some pictures while you were over there?

CMP: No. it’s just going by — we’d better get it later; there will be better times. If the damned antenna isn’t in the way –

CMP: Boy, there must be nothing more desolate than to be inside some of these small craters, these conical ones.

CDR: People that live in there probably never get out.


CDR: Looking at the Moon hurts my head. I won’t look at it. There’s too much down there I don’t understand.

CDR: Charlie, just keep … on the book.

LMP: That’s why I’m purging the fuel cell.

CDR: Oh.

LMP: I tell you, when we get down to 8 miles,we’re gonna really look like we’re down among them.

CDR: Sure are.


[Apollo 14 day 4]

CMP: Boy, I’m sure glad we cut out that TV show.

LMP: Yes.

CMP: It really worried me, when I saw where it was. Glad we got sort of a pseudoexcuse — to cut it out.

LMP: Yes, there it is.

CMP: This is really something. The most unreal looking real thing I’ve ever seen. If that makes any sense (laughter).

LMP: Probably not.

CDR: …Yes, it is … vegetation. Something as common reference, you know — familiar reference. So you don’t know how far above you are. So it makes it look like the scale is…

CMP: There’s our Loveletts again. Little Lovelett. That’s oriented like that. Okay … That is Chaplygin …

LMP: Which one’s Chaplygin?

CMP: It’s off my side.

LMP: Are we headed for Mendeleev?

CMP: That should be over on your right.

LMP: That’s what I thought. Yes. There it is.The tracks are across the middle of it.

CMP: Are we supposed to be doing any photography at all this?

LMP: I have got crater King out here, Stu, if you were looking for it.

CMP: Yes, that’s one of our targets. That’s one of Farouk’s favorite craters.

LMP: Pretty damn interesting one, too. Really an interesting one. Huh? That one… looks like… got a rugged one right out here — with the central peaks.

CMP: Oh God, look at that Moltke; he’s my favorite… Look at that son of a bitch. You see all those roads — triangular roads leading right past him?

[tape 17-03417/page 2]

…flowed into that little — domical structure before the domes were built, or else — all of that stuff that’s in the mare floor has flown out of that domical structure before the domes came in. In other words, the domical structures themselves are a different time relationship to the floor itself. They are younger than the floor itself.

LMP: Boy, you can see Highway 1 running right all the way — on the left — all the way up there already . Right beyond Moltke, to the left there.

CMP: Yes.

CDR: Just let’s see where U.S. 1 stops up here. Here’s the monocular if you want it.

CDR: U.S. 1 just seems to kind of die out down there.

CMP: Yes, they must have ran out of money before they finished building it.

[Apollo 11]

MISSION CONTROL: What’s there?…malfunction (garble)…Mission Control calling Apollo 11…

APOLLO 11: These babies were huge, sir…enormous…Oh, God you wouldn’t believe it! I’m telling you there are other spacecraft out there…lined up on the far side of the crater edge…they’re on the Moon watching us… “


[Apollo 14, Day 4]

CMP: High Sun. That’s one right down there; just shows how it dominates the whole photograph. Just an extremely bright crater. Sun angle just isn’t high enough for you to see it here … Yes, they’re mining it, I think.

Towers, some several miles high, and complex constructions [above] were photographed on the Moon and blurred before release to the public. (thanks to www.marsanomalyresearch.com)


As reported on http://www.ufocasebook.com, a certain professor, who wished to remain anonymous, was engaged in a discussion with Neil Armstrong during a NASA symposium.

Professor: What REALLY happened out there with Apollo 11?

Armstrong: It was incredible, of course we had always known there was a possibility, the fact is, we were warned off! (by the Aliens). There was never any question then of a space station or a moon city.

Professor: How do you mean “warned off”?

Armstrong: I can’t go into details, except to say that their ships were far superior to ours both in size and technology – Boy, were they big!… and menacing! No, there is no question of a space station.

Professor: But NASA had other missions after Apollo 11?

Armstrong: Naturally-NASA was committed at that time, and couldn’t risk panic on Earth. But it really was a quick scoop and back again.

At the same time the last manned Lunar Mission was leaving the Moon, a man named Ingo Swann was having a secret meeting with a group of scientists at Stanford Research Institute in Menlo Park, California. He had written to the researchers with a proposal to study a new discipline called Parapsychology.

Swann successfully demonstrated his own abilities at locating objects at a distance and describing them with uncanny accuracy — a talent we now know as Remote Viewing. As the research continued they discovered an unusual phenomenon that remains a mystery — the ability of Remote Viewers to “see” a location when supplied their geographic coordinates (latitude and longitude). The ability is remarkable even when the viewer has no knowledge of navigation or familiarity with the location. Ingo Swann seemed to be very good at this and was utilized by the CIA to describe certain secret locations inside the Soviet Union.

In his book, Penetration, Ingo Swann described how he was asked by the government to remote view some coordinates on the Moon in 1975.

After Swann had attained his mental state, the assistant Axel was told to say the word, “Moon”, followed by the coordinates and he would then describe what he saw.

After mentally “landing” on the Moon, at a precise coordinate, Ingo described a pattern he saw in the sand.

What they actually look like are like rows of largish tractor tread marks. But I don’t understand how this could be, so they must be something I don’t understand. They are just marks of some kind. Strange, though.

He was then directed to the next set of coordinates… but something seemed wrong.

I’m sorry, Axel, I seem to have gotten back to Earth here… Well, there are … some … I have no idea. But whatever it was it couldn’t be on the Moon.

After a coffee break of about fifteen minutes, Ingo and Alex got back to the task of remote viewing the Moon. Alex gave the coordinates and Igor began to describe what he saw.

Well I am in a place which is sort of down, like a crater I suppose. There is this strange green haze, like a light of some kind. Beyond that, all around is dark though. I am wondering where the light is coming from …”

Ingo suddenly jolted and wanted to stop. Alex asked him, “What else?”

Well, you won’t like this, I guess. I see, or at least I think I see, well… some actual lights. They are giving off a green light… I see two rows of them… yes, sort of like lights at football arenas, high up, banks of them.Up on towers of some kind… Well, Axel, I can’t be on the Moon. I guess I have to apologize, I seem to be getting somewhere here on Earth.

After being reassured that his viewing was indeed on the Moon, Ingo considered that he was being asked to remote view a Russian base of some kind and that they had established an outpost on the Moon ahead of America. He was asked to continue and given the coordinates again.

There is a noise of some kind, like a thumping. I can see one of the light towers better now. Hey, it seems built of some very narrow struts of some kind, thin like pencils. Like some sort of pre-fab stuff right out of Buckminster Fuller’s stuff.Let’s see… hey, there are some of those tractor-tread marks everywhere. If I guess these are about a foot wide, well then, let’s see, if I compute as correctly as I can, well…

Well, tall — about or let’s say over a hundred feet. But?… Well, I got a glimpse of the crater’s edge. On it I think I saw a very large tower, very high that is. Big, really big!

Well if I compare it to something I am familiar with in New York, about as high as the Secretariat building at the United Nations — which has thirty-nine floors in it.

Ingo was then told that what he saw was real but that it was neither made by the Russians nor the United States. Without saying who made these structures, Ingo understood. Shocked, he asked for a break for the day before resuming the session the next morning.

Again he was given coordinates and was asked to make sketches of what he saw. He described a mining operation with domes and tubes, bridges, nets and what looked like houses. In one house he saw a kind of people.

I saw some kind of people busy at work on something I could not figure out. The place was dark. The air was filled with fine dust, and there was some kind of illumination — like a dark lime-green fog or mist.The thing about them was that they either were human or looked exactly like us — but they were all males, as I could well see since they were all butt-ass naked. I had absolutely no idea why. They seemed to be digging into a hillside or a cliff.

They must have some way of creating a good environment, warm and with air in it. But why would they be going around naked?

Ingo then had a strong feeling of fear. He wanted to run away. One of the humanoids he was viewing had looked in his direction, as if he had sensed that he was being watched.

I think they have spotted me, Axel. They were pointing at me I think. How could they do that… unless… they have some kind of high psychic perceptions, too?

At this point, Axel told Ingo to stop the session, saying that he didn’t want to put him at any risk. Obviously, whoever these beings were, they were not friendly.

This is why we have not been back to the Moon.

Cathryn Gribben


Scary Penis Men


Yes, you have just read that correctly, the title is indeed “Scary Penis Men” and for one good reason, men with penises (yes, obvioulsy they all have penises; well most I think) can be extremely scary in unexpected and normal situations.  Now, I have never really confessed these stories to anyone before but they are true and honestly once you have read them you might understand why. So why not write it in a blog? Makes a good read and you can laugh at my life 🙂 Sorry Dad if you don’t really want to read this, It’s probably not your cup of tea.

So let’s get started, case number 1.  I’d say I was quite young and I’ll give you some background info. My parents were house hunting in the Alicante area for a holiday home so we took frequent trips to Spain once they decided to buy one to do paperwork etc. We were always located in the same hotel in one of my favourite places, Torrevieja and whilst my parents were sorting all the boring stuff out I was left to my own devices, this is what happened…

I went to the playpark a few 100 metres from our hotel on the beach front (to watch the local spanish guys play football nearby) which was pretty basic, a rusty swing; a graffitied slide and two of those little motorbike things you sit on which look like they are stuck to the ground with massive bendy coils but nevertheless, i was enjoying the sun and view on my wobbly motorbike when a black man, and i mean black, the kind that you can only see their eyes appeared on the bench behind me. Me being me didn’t think anything of it and carried on wobbling my motorbike like a loony bit. But when I turned around a few minutes later his penis was out! And i mean out, he had pulled his trousers down and there it was like the Eiffel tower…I fucking shat it, like seriously, I was only young and took me a few seconds to register what the fuck was happening while he was saying “sit on me”. Fucking perverted gollywog! Anyways, I ran away to the hotel as fast as I could, I was actually terrified. I must say, I never did go back to that park again. I use to ask my mum to come with me and she would always say “don’t be silly, your old enough to go yourself” or probably “your too old to go the park”, either way she refused. Maybe it happened to her too but I highly doubt it considering she had never been.

So that’s a highlight of my teenage life with a scary penis man, but there’s more!

Case number 2. So one day I was sitting on the bus minding my own business, infect it must have been one of those late buses because I remember it being dark and there were only 2 people on the bus, myself and some guy maybe in his mid twenties; may i mention I was around 16 years old at the time. This bus was en route to Elgin a dump full of inbred scum; luckily im not originally from there my lovely hometown from this town called Buckie infact that place is even worse and whilst listening to my old skool MP3 player, something caught the corner of my eye, yes a god damn penis how unlucky can i get! This guy who i might also add looks horrendous, you know the type…greasy, fat, glasses not that I’m shallow or anything but you know, someone who doesn’t look after themselves. Anyway, this guy was having a wank, lovely!

But the creepiest part was that he was sitting opposite me and was getting closer and closer. Once again I shat it and ran away, well as far as I could which happened to be the front of the bus. I didn’t say anything to the driver because I’m stupid like that and never told anyone either.

I’m hoping there will be no more incidents like this to add 🙂 It was a while ago now but my god I remember it so vividly. I would of been perfect bait to attract the pedo ring apparently. Fucking sick bastards, they need their dicks cut off!

Cathryn Gribben

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