With great energy to this noble fishermen, spear held aloft, on their yacht to wear. Although not in costume or manning the canoes small barrel of their ancestors, about 26 women somersaults in their pots on the edge of steep cliffs. This year, like every year, the small fishing village of Taiji in southern reach of the major Japanese islands to prepare for what some see as the most barbaric and cruel seasons. Although the tradition sometimes metesharsh reality of our lives smoother and more prosaic, but this seems a bit 'hard character of colleagues and the people who brought us the peaceful sounds of nature haiku and Shinto worship. The networks are used to loud noises and creatures of the coral that once and are regarded for their intelligence and their balance and copper-like, moist flesh in a shallow bay where they are at once beaten, impaled and eviscerated. Tastefully obscene, his barbed gafs the service of men likethreshing the water, stabbing, punching the sprocket and the writhing creatures. We haul in their boats loaded with meat and subsequent death of comrades, their deaths clicking calls. These are the last rites of what would be our closest relative (like swimming) to consider.
This has not gone unnoticed. An attack on the necessary publicity and public outcry has met the fishermen and their great tradition. Many conservation, animal protection and environmental activists have swumthe adjutant of the dolphins. In an attempt to speak for themselves between the boat and the bottle-nose were many crossroads between the end of a spear and the end of their lives.
"So it was a traumatic experience that our values have been fiercely attacked by Western environmentalists and animal rights activists." S. Hamanaka, the mayor and the people of Taiji
If Mr Hamanaka-san is terrified by the ADO roaled touched by the waters of blood, you should avoidGeisha-like eyes down when the boats come into port, with fins and flippers, and the mercurial anger the international community.
This brings us to the great irony, symbolic gesture. If you like our, the dolphin proto-hand, under the pressure of water had taken all Darwanism fingers in the best people, you raise a lonely figure in these suicide illegal fishermen and their compatriots who purchase, consumption and being poisoned by the very flesh theyparticipating in the first heat.
ScienceDirect.com that under the Japanese Ministry of Health has found that mercury levels in the liver and other organs pleasant and popular "higher than permissible levels of about 5000 times and the consumption of only 0.15 g of liver and offers" the possibility of acute poisoning with T-Hg (mercury content), even after a single consumer product. "
Yes, the fishing village of Taiji isin a situation of clandestine satire. The act of browsing the nose of beliefs, conventions and customs, modern society, the literal death of them. Very truly poetic. To avert the collapse of their traditional fishing rights, are the villagers for killing dolphins, some of which spells death. If you were to see this as an outsider, if every man, woman and child on this miserable, hateful land not far wrong, wouldhailed as an ally of the most insane and suicidal risk Socaratic very fallible human history riddled.
However, in the words of the mayor, in his philosophy embraces an important message of Taiji, the approach of the International Whaling Commission and other critics of the massacre ... "We are proud of our heritage and wants to hand for future generations." (See mercury poisoning = no new-generation). "We believe we know more about our sea, someone who lives in Taijihundreds or thousands of miles away from us. "
Speaking for the dolphins posthumously, yet to be proven.
