Susie Duncan Sexton's Blog, page 44
September 22, 2011
Secrets of an Old Typewriter Press Release - Picked Up by Talk of the Town
Press release for Secrets of an Old Typewriter picked up by Talk of the Town!
Here is the link...
Columbia City's Susie Duncan Sexton, a Talk of the Town columnist and new author of "Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl," recounts with humor, verve and insight decades of small town life in America. The smart and sassy essays cover such subjects as ’50s and ’60s nostalgia, America’s great books and motion pictures, politics, religion, animal rights and modern-day values.
Describing her essays, Sexton says, “I willingly share nostalgic trips to the past as I have now achieved such an old age that no one remains who can question the authenticity of my memory of places, people and events that were very much never what they were cracked up to be.”
"Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl" is available to read on all popular eReaders including Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble NOOK. It is also available in PDF format to read on PC.
Duncan Sexton grew up in Columbia City. After graduating 12th in her class at Ball State University (winning the first ever John R. Emens award for “most outstanding senior”), she returned to her hometown where she has worked as a teacher, a publicist and a health lecturer.
She currently writes monthly columns for a blog and her local newspaper.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
Here is the link...
Columbia City's Susie Duncan Sexton, a Talk of the Town columnist and new author of "Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl," recounts with humor, verve and insight decades of small town life in America. The smart and sassy essays cover such subjects as ’50s and ’60s nostalgia, America’s great books and motion pictures, politics, religion, animal rights and modern-day values.
Describing her essays, Sexton says, “I willingly share nostalgic trips to the past as I have now achieved such an old age that no one remains who can question the authenticity of my memory of places, people and events that were very much never what they were cracked up to be.”
"Secrets of an Old Typewriter: Stories from a Smart and Sassy Small Town Girl" is available to read on all popular eReaders including Amazon Kindle and Barnes & Noble NOOK. It is also available in PDF format to read on PC.
Duncan Sexton grew up in Columbia City. After graduating 12th in her class at Ball State University (winning the first ever John R. Emens award for “most outstanding senior”), she returned to her hometown where she has worked as a teacher, a publicist and a health lecturer.
She currently writes monthly columns for a blog and her local newspaper.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
animals are we all...
animals are we all...why politicians choose to ignore that fact must be as Paul Harvey once stated that the other species never vote. time to realize, elected officials, that the numbers of animal advocates grow exponentially by the moment, and it may be to your advantage to pay attention to all living beings. probably the bulk of us who show up at the polls might surprise you with our generous hearts extended toward those who cannot speak for themselves. we are legion and we ain't disappearing ever.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 20, 2011
My Mentor, Little Lulu: A Treatise of Sorts
My latest "Old Type Writer" column is entitled "My Mentor, Little Lulu: A Treatise of Sorts."
No four-color heroine - not Lois Lane nor Betty & Veronica - can hold a candle to proto-feminist Little Lulu.
Here is an excerpt:
And another:
Read the full column here...
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No four-color heroine - not Lois Lane nor Betty & Veronica - can hold a candle to proto-feminist Little Lulu.
Here is an excerpt:
No other pulpy paper heroines informed me as beautifully and dutifully as did Little Lulu cavorting through my comic book collection which I perused repetitively. Oh, I still do check in occasionally with the little spunky imp, via a slick anthology series. Her friend Tubby seemed harmless, pretty bratty, and clueless in the 50s. Little did I know that he needed to speak up more although not in ornery argumentativeness but rather in fair-minded teamwork with that short little asexual girl-person named LULU!
And another:
Attempting to function in this society as thinking, caring, participatory human beings too often could be compared to navigating land mines, as every third person appears never ever to have comprehended that people are people, regardless of whatever gender stereotypes far too many of us are too lazy or stubborn to shed or abandon.
Being a lady, I relate to the idea of Feminism yet yearn for the day when that word evaporates into thin air because eventually we shall blend in as human beings who neither dress provocatively nor disguise our thinking processes in order to meet expectations of shallow popularity’s rules and regulations. Dorothy Parker’s memorable line lamenting that “men don’t make passes at girls who wear glasses” might cease to be quoted ever again…too quaint and archaic and no longer relative?
Read the full column here...
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
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A Slave to Invention...or Convention?
"C'mon, Mom! Join me as we explore 21st century."
I jumped on that horse to become trendy and adventure-y.
Still own no ice-maker, never travel, and drive an old car,
But e-mail, texting, face-booking hitch my wagon to a star.
Friends at home and abroad and alternative life-styles fill days.
Cultures outside our own glitter and differ and show new ways
To love, to dance, to sing and open one's heart to fresh joys--
To network, to learn, to converse, to empathize, to REJOICE!
Cave etchings, hieroglyphics, story-telling, printing presses--
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall," poet confesses.Let's correspond, share shelter dog postings, discuss poetry--
Feel at one with the entire world as we strike each plastic key.
Global awareness trumps small-mindedness, of this I am sure.
Whatever might ail you, "just say No" to drugs which never cure.
Cynicism suffocates those in ascendant age brackets.
We find comfort stubbornly stuck, wearing tired old jackets.
Thanks to those youthful souls among us, "a thing called hope" shines forth,
Encouraging all to live in the moment--East, West, South, North.
Acceptance, understanding, tolerance. Yes. Diversity.
Techno-advancement? Welcome! Communication's HEAVEN-ly!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
I jumped on that horse to become trendy and adventure-y.
Still own no ice-maker, never travel, and drive an old car,
But e-mail, texting, face-booking hitch my wagon to a star.
Friends at home and abroad and alternative life-styles fill days.
Cultures outside our own glitter and differ and show new ways
To love, to dance, to sing and open one's heart to fresh joys--
To network, to learn, to converse, to empathize, to REJOICE!
Cave etchings, hieroglyphics, story-telling, printing presses--
"Something there is that doesn't love a wall," poet confesses.Let's correspond, share shelter dog postings, discuss poetry--
Feel at one with the entire world as we strike each plastic key.
Global awareness trumps small-mindedness, of this I am sure.
Whatever might ail you, "just say No" to drugs which never cure.
Cynicism suffocates those in ascendant age brackets.
We find comfort stubbornly stuck, wearing tired old jackets.
Thanks to those youthful souls among us, "a thing called hope" shines forth,
Encouraging all to live in the moment--East, West, South, North.
Acceptance, understanding, tolerance. Yes. Diversity.
Techno-advancement? Welcome! Communication's HEAVEN-ly!
____________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 18, 2011
Cornerstones, Time Capsules, Freemasons & Five Cent Cigars
Thomas Riley Marshall might have good-naturedly joked that rather than a “big fish in a little pond”, he managed to become a “little fish in a big pond” in Washington, D.C., as Vice-president of the United States during two terms from 1913 until 1921. He notably spoke humbly of himself, going on record as the “ Woodrow Wilson administration’s spare tire to be used only in the case of an emergency!” When Woodrow suffered a debilitating stroke, Tom ought to have ascended to top spot, but Mrs. Wilson grabbed the reins instead. Marshall lamented, “There once were two brothers: one ran away to sea; the other was elected vice-president. And nothing was ever heard from either of them again.”
As a high schooler, I often stopped in the alley between Line and Chauncey Streets to chat with a tall, perky, darling lady named Edith McNear. She must have been the prototype of a freckled-faced version of “The Strawberry Blonde” that Casey would waltz with, had he the chance. I, and everybody else in town, adored her.
One August afternoon she invited me to step through her front door which featured leaded glass fashioned into an oval window inset, and we sat down upon a Persian rug and sorted through her sheet music from the turn-of-the-century poring over titles such as “Let me Call You Sweetheart”, “The Bird on Nellie’s Hat”, and “the Whistler and His Dog” for hours. She suggested that I bundle up whatever songs I might favor and cherish forever, adding them to my collection of mostly contemporary show tunes and churchy type music. Incredulous, I asked, “Really? Are you absolutely certain? How generous of you!” She nodded her head, offered me a cookie or two, chatted and laughed with me awhile longer, and home I glided with my melodic supply to last me through eternity.
My mom never ever mentioned to me that Edith had been Marshall’s secretary. I only figured out more details as co-curator of the Whitley County Historical Museum nearly three decades following that special summer’s day. Talk about lack of pretentiousness. That lady was an absolute angel. Ask anybody who remembers her.
Cut/leap to the present. Our son, Roy, received a message from former C.C.H.S. Agriculture teacher Bill Wilder inquiring if the current Michigan resident would consider resurrecting his often performed portrayal of our former Indiana Governor and Veep. Having obliged the local Democratic party, where then Governor Evan Bayh was in attendance, the local Historical Society, the C.C.H.S. high school class reunion of 1950-something-or-other, countless literary societies, and also Wabash College, Alma Mater of both Roy and Tom …as well as Larwill’s Dean Jagger, Roy only needed to re-locate his speech.
Bob Wilder, DeKalb County Commissioner and brother of Bill, set up all arrangements. The show was primed and ready to go on the road. Roy rushed to Columbia City the evening before, and the next afternoon emerged from upstairs entering the kitchen, no longer a teen-ager or college kid, channeling a fellow in possibly his sixties OR SEVENTIES? No, there he stood, approaching his own middle age, framed within our kitchen door – an apparition transformed by a seersucker MATLOCK type suit, flowing silver hair, a bushy “Andy Gump” moustache, round wire-rimmed spectacles -- looking for all the world exactly like…THOMAS MARSHALL, only probably about a foot taller than our colorful native son was OUR son! Optical illusion time!
Off we drove in two separate vehicles…Roy forgetting his laptop, parents following about a half-hour behind WITH the lap-top as he would head back to Ann Arbor after the program, a celebration of the magnificent Auburn courthouse’s centennial year and replay of its original dedication on July 27th, 1911. VIPs in abundance, an impressive keynote address by Judge Paul R. Cherry -- a magistrate judge of the U. S. District Court for the Northern District of Indiana, vocal solos of “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “On the Banks of the Wabash” and standards played by a live band on the courthouse lawn, lemonade, sunshine, an ever-long white tent set with tables to accommodate a dinner crowd of 300, not to mention 600 additional on-lookers seated on bleachers on the courthouse lawn, watching the festivities? Not what we had anticipated. Spectacular, and a testament to evidently 150% cooperation among the townspeople to pull off such a successful endeavor.
A most atmospheric and perfectly planned slice of Americana—an utter delight in every way. Thomas Marshall had declared his candidacy for PRESIDENT that very day 100 years past. Roy, as the first speaker, astounded all as a happy ghost from the past strolling by to review his intriguing life with the county’s present-day citizens. The program moved along in a jaunty yet poignant manner culminating with a bevy of gloved, top-hatted Freemasons fully engaged in a formal ritual of revealing sundry nostalgic items found within the corner-stone from 100 years prior—gravel and seashells (!) discovered during construction, coins of the era, an American flag, church and community bulletins, and other vintage ephemera. Alas, due to moisture entering the not-as hermetically-sealed-as-hoped-for time capsule, few of the original memorabilia survived the journey through time. Significant items reflective of the start of the 21st century replaced those extracted with ceremonial references to “plumbs, angles, compasses” and such.
Never, outside of a 10th birthday visit to Holland, Michigan, at the height of tulip season, have I viewed more bountiful nor beautiful flower beds (and landscaping) than those of the groundskeeper who received a surprise “Sagamore of the Wabash” type award. This gentleman elicited a well-deserved standing ovation, and his wife warned that there “would be no speech”, but it seemed as if not a dry eye in the house might be located as he returned to his table. Absolutely a reward for a job well done.
How heartening to see someone like this fellow honored in real time for the love and care he had so generously bestowed upon his community—setting an example to which all should aspire. In fact, Tom Marshall, who often employed self-deprecating humor to fend off the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” (and of small-town living), offers the perfect recipe for a life well-lived in the introduction to his 1925 autobiography, A Hoosier Salad:
To make a perfect salad
There should be a spendthrift for oil,
A miser for vinegar,
A wise man for salt,
And a mad-cap to stir it up.
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
As a high schooler, I often stopped in the alley between Line and Chauncey Streets to chat with a tall, perky, darling lady named Edith McNear. She must have been the prototype of a freckled-faced version of “The Strawberry Blonde” that Casey would waltz with, had he the chance. I, and everybody else in town, adored her.
One August afternoon she invited me to step through her front door which featured leaded glass fashioned into an oval window inset, and we sat down upon a Persian rug and sorted through her sheet music from the turn-of-the-century poring over titles such as “Let me Call You Sweetheart”, “The Bird on Nellie’s Hat”, and “the Whistler and His Dog” for hours. She suggested that I bundle up whatever songs I might favor and cherish forever, adding them to my collection of mostly contemporary show tunes and churchy type music. Incredulous, I asked, “Really? Are you absolutely certain? How generous of you!” She nodded her head, offered me a cookie or two, chatted and laughed with me awhile longer, and home I glided with my melodic supply to last me through eternity.
My mom never ever mentioned to me that Edith had been Marshall’s secretary. I only figured out more details as co-curator of the Whitley County Historical Museum nearly three decades following that special summer’s day. Talk about lack of pretentiousness. That lady was an absolute angel. Ask anybody who remembers her.
Cut/leap to the present. Our son, Roy, received a message from former C.C.H.S. Agriculture teacher Bill Wilder inquiring if the current Michigan resident would consider resurrecting his often performed portrayal of our former Indiana Governor and Veep. Having obliged the local Democratic party, where then Governor Evan Bayh was in attendance, the local Historical Society, the C.C.H.S. high school class reunion of 1950-something-or-other, countless literary societies, and also Wabash College, Alma Mater of both Roy and Tom …as well as Larwill’s Dean Jagger, Roy only needed to re-locate his speech.
Bob Wilder, DeKalb County Commissioner and brother of Bill, set up all arrangements. The show was primed and ready to go on the road. Roy rushed to Columbia City the evening before, and the next afternoon emerged from upstairs entering the kitchen, no longer a teen-ager or college kid, channeling a fellow in possibly his sixties OR SEVENTIES? No, there he stood, approaching his own middle age, framed within our kitchen door – an apparition transformed by a seersucker MATLOCK type suit, flowing silver hair, a bushy “Andy Gump” moustache, round wire-rimmed spectacles -- looking for all the world exactly like…THOMAS MARSHALL, only probably about a foot taller than our colorful native son was OUR son! Optical illusion time!
Off we drove in two separate vehicles…Roy forgetting his laptop, parents following about a half-hour behind WITH the lap-top as he would head back to Ann Arbor after the program, a celebration of the magnificent Auburn courthouse’s centennial year and replay of its original dedication on July 27th, 1911. VIPs in abundance, an impressive keynote address by Judge Paul R. Cherry -- a magistrate judge of the U. S. District Court for the Northern District of Indiana, vocal solos of “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “On the Banks of the Wabash” and standards played by a live band on the courthouse lawn, lemonade, sunshine, an ever-long white tent set with tables to accommodate a dinner crowd of 300, not to mention 600 additional on-lookers seated on bleachers on the courthouse lawn, watching the festivities? Not what we had anticipated. Spectacular, and a testament to evidently 150% cooperation among the townspeople to pull off such a successful endeavor.
A most atmospheric and perfectly planned slice of Americana—an utter delight in every way. Thomas Marshall had declared his candidacy for PRESIDENT that very day 100 years past. Roy, as the first speaker, astounded all as a happy ghost from the past strolling by to review his intriguing life with the county’s present-day citizens. The program moved along in a jaunty yet poignant manner culminating with a bevy of gloved, top-hatted Freemasons fully engaged in a formal ritual of revealing sundry nostalgic items found within the corner-stone from 100 years prior—gravel and seashells (!) discovered during construction, coins of the era, an American flag, church and community bulletins, and other vintage ephemera. Alas, due to moisture entering the not-as hermetically-sealed-as-hoped-for time capsule, few of the original memorabilia survived the journey through time. Significant items reflective of the start of the 21st century replaced those extracted with ceremonial references to “plumbs, angles, compasses” and such.
Never, outside of a 10th birthday visit to Holland, Michigan, at the height of tulip season, have I viewed more bountiful nor beautiful flower beds (and landscaping) than those of the groundskeeper who received a surprise “Sagamore of the Wabash” type award. This gentleman elicited a well-deserved standing ovation, and his wife warned that there “would be no speech”, but it seemed as if not a dry eye in the house might be located as he returned to his table. Absolutely a reward for a job well done.
How heartening to see someone like this fellow honored in real time for the love and care he had so generously bestowed upon his community—setting an example to which all should aspire. In fact, Tom Marshall, who often employed self-deprecating humor to fend off the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” (and of small-town living), offers the perfect recipe for a life well-lived in the introduction to his 1925 autobiography, A Hoosier Salad:
To make a perfect salad
There should be a spendthrift for oil,
A miser for vinegar,
A wise man for salt,
And a mad-cap to stir it up.
____________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 16, 2011
Seemingly Uncivilized…and Perhaps for Profit (Follow-up with NC Governor Bev Perdue)
Please realize that so very, very many of us are alarmed regarding 24 gassing locations in the Tarheel state, possible conflict of interest if a public official-veterinarian manufactures those contraptions and also runs seminars at Gaston demonstrating with live homeless animals, and selling of Whiteville homeless beings for experimentation and fertilizer products or for rendering into pet food. Thank you for acknowledging our concerns.
North Carolina enjoyed status as a progressive state while I was growing up and visiting every summer with my father whose home office was in Greensboro…for decades we made that trip and to also visit with our relatives in Burlington, Raleigh and High Point.
I, personally, am crushed that such a lovely state’s treatment of wonderful animals is so very puzzling and seemingly uncivilized…and perhaps for profit. Thanking you in advance for your immediate action. Animals used in research and laboratory experiments diminishes by the day all across America…so startled about the Whiteville situation. Stunned.
Automated response from Governor Perdue that prompted the above...
"Thank you for contacting the Office of Governor Bev Perdue. We are here to serve you, and want to acknowledge receipt of your correspondence. Suggestions and comments will be read and referred to the appropriate staff member. If you submitted a question or request for assistance, we will follow up with you as soon as possible."
Office of the Governor Bev Perdue
20301 Mail Service Center
Raleigh, NC 27699
1-800-662-7952 (for NC residents only)
919/733-4240
919/733-2120 (fax)
governor.office@nc.gov
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
North Carolina enjoyed status as a progressive state while I was growing up and visiting every summer with my father whose home office was in Greensboro…for decades we made that trip and to also visit with our relatives in Burlington, Raleigh and High Point.
I, personally, am crushed that such a lovely state’s treatment of wonderful animals is so very puzzling and seemingly uncivilized…and perhaps for profit. Thanking you in advance for your immediate action. Animals used in research and laboratory experiments diminishes by the day all across America…so startled about the Whiteville situation. Stunned.
Automated response from Governor Perdue that prompted the above...
"Thank you for contacting the Office of Governor Bev Perdue. We are here to serve you, and want to acknowledge receipt of your correspondence. Suggestions and comments will be read and referred to the appropriate staff member. If you submitted a question or request for assistance, we will follow up with you as soon as possible."
Office of the Governor Bev Perdue
20301 Mail Service Center
Raleigh, NC 27699
1-800-662-7952 (for NC residents only)
919/733-4240
919/733-2120 (fax)
governor.office@nc.gov
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 15, 2011
Experimentation & Research on Sentient Beings
[Feel free to re-use this letter template and send to the email addresses at the end...]
Dear Governor Perdue (NC),
I am contacting you to voice my concern regarding the conditions the animals are kept in and subjected to in many of the Animal Control facilities in the State of North Carolina.
It has come to my attention through numerous pictures and information on social media sites, that the Animal Control in Whiteville North Carolina sells euthanized cat remains to research facilities.
It is reported that $16,000.00 was obtained by Whiteville Animal Control last year,for the sale of these remains.
It does not appear, based on photos of the Animal Control, that these funds were reinvested in adoption outreach measures or improvements to the housing conditions of the facility.
These funds obtained would not encourage Whiteville to maintain humane conditions for these cats, nor encourage the facility to make any effort to try to adopt these animals into loving homes.
I also have concerns that this may be happening in other Animal Control locations in North Carolina.
The conditions pictured on social media sites, reflecting how animals are kept throughout North Carolina at many of these Animal Control facilities is deplorable.
These pictures,taken by concerned citizens in each county, do not reflect well on North Carolina and have initiated a nationwide call to boycott NC for business travel and tourism.
I believe this lack of humane treatment at Whiteville, is possibly in violation of Section 19A-21 of the North Carolina Animal Welfare Act.
Please as an animal lover, consider an investigation to improve these conditions and assist to stop the selling of cat and dog remains to research facilities.
These animals have no voice to speak out for themselves.
We are going into an election year and we intend to speak very loudly in favor of those politicians that take action to support the dignity,welfare and humane treatment of companion animals in North Carolina.
I have personally canceled my annual fall vacation to Asheville and Linville until I can see some efforts being made to reform the conditions for companion animals at Animal Controls in North Carolina.
Many people worldwide, thanks to social media, are following and it is time for North Carolina to eliminate the gas chamber in Animal Controls,allocate necessary funding to restore humane conditions to the animals housed there and seek out methods for local community support to provide care for and assistance to help these animals obtain a home.
Pictures of the conditions at Whiteville and other Animal Controls in North Carolina
are available if requested.
Thank you,
Susie Sexton of Indiana with many relatives in North Carolina and many ties to the once wonderful past
To: Governor Bev Perdue
20301 Mail Service Center
Raleigh, NC 27699-0301
Phone: (919)733-4240
Fax: (919)733-2120
governor.office@nc.gov
Cc: William Clark
County Manager-Columbus County NC
bclark@columbusco.org
(910) 640-6600 voice
Cc: Senator Kay Hagan-could be VP pick by Obama
521 Dirksen Senate Office Building
Washington, DC 20510
202-224-6342
http://hagan.senate.gov/contact/ (link to email)
Cc: Senator Richard Burr -Up for re-election
217 Russell Senate Office Building
Washington, DC 20510
Phone: (202) 224-3154
Fax: (202) 228-2981
info@burrforsenate.com
Cc: North Carolina Department of Agriculture
Steve Troxler
Commissioner of Agriculture
Animal Welfare Section
Office: (919) 715-7111
Steve.Troxler@ncagr.gov
Cc: Assistant Secretary for Tourism,
Lynn Minges
Marketing and Global Branding
(919) 733-4171
lminges@nccommerce.com
Cc: Rossie Hayes, Director AC
rhayes@columbusco.org
288 Legion Drive, Whiteville, NC 28472
(910) 641-3945 voice
(910) 640-1196 fax
Here is a quick cut and paste of the emails
governor.office@nc.gov
bclark@columbusco.org
AGR.AWS@ncagr.gov
rhayes@columbusco.org
Steve.Troxler@ncagr.gov
lminges@nccommerce.com
info@burrforsenate.com
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
Dear Governor Perdue (NC),
I am contacting you to voice my concern regarding the conditions the animals are kept in and subjected to in many of the Animal Control facilities in the State of North Carolina.
It has come to my attention through numerous pictures and information on social media sites, that the Animal Control in Whiteville North Carolina sells euthanized cat remains to research facilities.
It is reported that $16,000.00 was obtained by Whiteville Animal Control last year,for the sale of these remains.
It does not appear, based on photos of the Animal Control, that these funds were reinvested in adoption outreach measures or improvements to the housing conditions of the facility.
These funds obtained would not encourage Whiteville to maintain humane conditions for these cats, nor encourage the facility to make any effort to try to adopt these animals into loving homes.
I also have concerns that this may be happening in other Animal Control locations in North Carolina.
The conditions pictured on social media sites, reflecting how animals are kept throughout North Carolina at many of these Animal Control facilities is deplorable.
These pictures,taken by concerned citizens in each county, do not reflect well on North Carolina and have initiated a nationwide call to boycott NC for business travel and tourism.
I believe this lack of humane treatment at Whiteville, is possibly in violation of Section 19A-21 of the North Carolina Animal Welfare Act.
Please as an animal lover, consider an investigation to improve these conditions and assist to stop the selling of cat and dog remains to research facilities.
These animals have no voice to speak out for themselves.
We are going into an election year and we intend to speak very loudly in favor of those politicians that take action to support the dignity,welfare and humane treatment of companion animals in North Carolina.
I have personally canceled my annual fall vacation to Asheville and Linville until I can see some efforts being made to reform the conditions for companion animals at Animal Controls in North Carolina.
Many people worldwide, thanks to social media, are following and it is time for North Carolina to eliminate the gas chamber in Animal Controls,allocate necessary funding to restore humane conditions to the animals housed there and seek out methods for local community support to provide care for and assistance to help these animals obtain a home.
Pictures of the conditions at Whiteville and other Animal Controls in North Carolina
are available if requested.
Thank you,
Susie Sexton of Indiana with many relatives in North Carolina and many ties to the once wonderful past
To: Governor Bev Perdue
20301 Mail Service Center
Raleigh, NC 27699-0301
Phone: (919)733-4240
Fax: (919)733-2120
governor.office@nc.gov
Cc: William Clark
County Manager-Columbus County NC
bclark@columbusco.org
(910) 640-6600 voice
Cc: Senator Kay Hagan-could be VP pick by Obama
521 Dirksen Senate Office Building
Washington, DC 20510
202-224-6342
http://hagan.senate.gov/contact/ (link to email)
Cc: Senator Richard Burr -Up for re-election
217 Russell Senate Office Building
Washington, DC 20510
Phone: (202) 224-3154
Fax: (202) 228-2981
info@burrforsenate.com
Cc: North Carolina Department of Agriculture
Steve Troxler
Commissioner of Agriculture
Animal Welfare Section
Office: (919) 715-7111
Steve.Troxler@ncagr.gov
Cc: Assistant Secretary for Tourism,
Lynn Minges
Marketing and Global Branding
(919) 733-4171
lminges@nccommerce.com
Cc: Rossie Hayes, Director AC
rhayes@columbusco.org
288 Legion Drive, Whiteville, NC 28472
(910) 641-3945 voice
(910) 640-1196 fax
Here is a quick cut and paste of the emails
governor.office@nc.gov
bclark@columbusco.org
AGR.AWS@ncagr.gov
rhayes@columbusco.org
Steve.Troxler@ncagr.gov
lminges@nccommerce.com
info@burrforsenate.com
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Fiddle Dee Dee, I'm Thankful for Russell Crowe
My name might as well be "Maximus Decimus Meridius", and I am here to explain myself and my family and how we classify as GLADiators. Sure, we count our blessings every November and then give mighty thanks for...stamina!
Personally, I defend spider monkeys as I chastise NASA, who brought manKIND Tang, for daring to consider radiation experiments on those sentient darlings with the prehensile tails. Courageously, I embrace the "Vegan" community. I chat with foreigners long into the night and learn about other cultures and beliefs. I praise free-form poetry efforts by budding writers, young rock-stars' home-made music videos, or slide-shows of somebody's grand-kids. Facebook serves as my "ham radio", a glittering hold-over from the '50s when families gathered into basements and sat around some old codger friend as he spoke, ignoring annoying static, with disembodied voices lord knows where in the universe. I am now that solitary, persevering codger hovering over the newer plasticized Dell version of "wanna communicate with the world?" And I do. Don't you?
Insomnia's a gift when one wishes to save "virtual" humane-sheltered animals' lives and assist in arranging transport across state lines--to prospective owners or to Boxer havens in Arizona, Yorkie Romp-Abouts in Connecticut, Senior Pets' sanctuaries in Texas. "Move 'em in. Move 'em out." (Why doesn't each state simply look after its own?) Friend Susan Schroeder sums up the formula: "Pull, vet, healthy to go, short-term board/foster, then transport!" HOME!
When messaged back from potential yet reneging FB rescuers: "Whoa, we already own two Schnauzers and a 18 year old cat at our house--no room" or "Personal traveling is impeded by pet ownership" or "That poodle on death row is black...we prefer an apricot color", I silently wince. However, "Now is not a good time" prompts a hastily typed "Now is the ONLY time! (Expletive deleted!) Drop the pretense and ADOPT!" Thumbs up!
"No crying allowed" in the online arena, but sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, I sob. Continuation of carpal-tunnel-producing-typing prevails as I persist in posting photo albums featuring dejected, forlorn, homeless pups, kittens, dogs, and lactating cats with newborns scheduled for "heart-sticking" in every "shelter" (often a misnomer) in North Carolina and in Youngstown, Ohio while gassing's the modus operandi in all of Georgia. Punishment for this sensitive soul...but someone has to do it and millions are! Facebook's so highly populated that it qualifies as the third largest country in the world, and I am part of a legion of soldiers sustained by never-ending cups of strong coffee. Gonna keel over and die at this keyboard--all for the preservation of the animal kingdom!
In the offline arena, we consider ourselves rugged individualists, for instance golfing when we feel like it--no league play--or swimming at Burnworth after trudging three blocks through our neighborhood on sweltering summer afternoons. We volunteer unendingly, never travel, and do without nutty luxuries. I write a couple of nostalgia columns. Don answers questions about community developments and lends a sympathetic ear to his customers, whether those queries arise at work or out dining at which time I channel Lewis Black as I converse about the day's activities--and politics! I am a book-keeper and an amateur veterinarian. We trip over our family of furry children forever underfoot. Our Himalayan cat named Dalai Lama once sent me to the emergency room. We respond to door-bells ringing and land phones and cell phones, too. At least one of us earned a Phi Beta Kappa Key, but that family member moved on to greener pastures.
Our home, except for its endearingly modest status, cannot be distinguished from that cinematic house in New England where jittery Kate Hepburn and perplexed Cary Grant chase a leopard all over the grounds of the estate only to be interrupted by a tiny pampered dog burying a valuable dinosaur bone which can never be retrieved. BRINGING UP BABY meets CHRISTMAS VACATION every day. Happy, contented exhaustion and confusion never cease. Something breaks...we figure out how to fix it or pay the huge honking bill. Over and over again. We mow our own lawn, rake leaves, and shovel snow--over and over again. We survive medical tribulations and the accompanying angst--over and over again. For fun, constant music emanates from our Bose system and spontaneous competitive card games pepper our days.
My dad, toward the end of his life, sighed, "Does busy-ness never end?" when I asked him to pick up some heartworm pills at Doc Waterfall's clinic formerly beside the Presbyterian Church. After a lifetime of assuring that we kids had pets and that those vital, revered members of our family had wonderful medical care, Daddy thought those days were over--i.e., walking down the alley behind Smith's funeral home to that little red building which smelled of ammonia and fuzzy critters. "Our Ft. Wayne docs charge more than C.C.'s vets," I pleaded as my sporadically Bob Cratchitty, "ever a new bride on a budget" mind calculated the total bill. I suppose "life-styles" we have crafted, and furthermore seldom can crawl out of, will indeed end one day, but "In the meantime, all we're given is this in-between time" and should relish each moment with gratitude.
Author Oscar Wilde believed that only dull folks recorded their thoughts or chronicled their activities in memoir fashion. Hey, Oscar, while one is living through all of this frantic cyclonic activity, the daily grind qualifies as anything but dull, buddy! A legitimate "De Profundis"!
For example, while playing House Frau, I once attempted to thaw, via a constant trickle from the bathtub faucet, and then roast my very first and last, dear, free, tiny turkey several seasons ago when Kroger issued bonus points in exchange for vital statistics about each customer which generated those pesky little cards on our keychains. A water main on our street busted for starters, and I felt so guilty. Never again! I harbor no desire to emulate Betty Crocker nor the fabulous young cook next door, at the time, who demonstrated the proper size blue speckled pan for my carcass which I truly felt I should name. Jeanne positioned herself as if hosting a cooking show, in her dining room across the driveway from my kitchen window, and held all the required "fixings" aloft as I leaned on my sink laughing at her rather than copying each move. My burgeoning credo at that instant: Why not just allow turkeys to live out their lives?
The final result a culinary and animal welfare disaster, I sulked and grieved while repeating Scarlett O'Hara's remorseful melodramatic statement following her shooting down a Yankee intruder, "Well, I guess now I've done murder." We manage, though, to have plenty of ingenious casseroles as we celebrate our vegetarian holiday so that "as God is our witness, we'll never go hungry again"! Until about midnight? And wouldn't Scarlett qualify as a gladiator? Who else in all of literature, filmdom, or TV-Land substituted a curtain rod for shoulder pads, courtesy of Bob Mackie?
See you at the movies. I'll be spending "The Next Three Days" in the dark with my idol Russell Crowe while enjoying pop-corn and milk duds, "cine-muck" (Critic Gene Siskel's word for discarded gum wads and spilled sticky soft drinks) beneath my weary feet!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
Personally, I defend spider monkeys as I chastise NASA, who brought manKIND Tang, for daring to consider radiation experiments on those sentient darlings with the prehensile tails. Courageously, I embrace the "Vegan" community. I chat with foreigners long into the night and learn about other cultures and beliefs. I praise free-form poetry efforts by budding writers, young rock-stars' home-made music videos, or slide-shows of somebody's grand-kids. Facebook serves as my "ham radio", a glittering hold-over from the '50s when families gathered into basements and sat around some old codger friend as he spoke, ignoring annoying static, with disembodied voices lord knows where in the universe. I am now that solitary, persevering codger hovering over the newer plasticized Dell version of "wanna communicate with the world?" And I do. Don't you?
Insomnia's a gift when one wishes to save "virtual" humane-sheltered animals' lives and assist in arranging transport across state lines--to prospective owners or to Boxer havens in Arizona, Yorkie Romp-Abouts in Connecticut, Senior Pets' sanctuaries in Texas. "Move 'em in. Move 'em out." (Why doesn't each state simply look after its own?) Friend Susan Schroeder sums up the formula: "Pull, vet, healthy to go, short-term board/foster, then transport!" HOME!
When messaged back from potential yet reneging FB rescuers: "Whoa, we already own two Schnauzers and a 18 year old cat at our house--no room" or "Personal traveling is impeded by pet ownership" or "That poodle on death row is black...we prefer an apricot color", I silently wince. However, "Now is not a good time" prompts a hastily typed "Now is the ONLY time! (Expletive deleted!) Drop the pretense and ADOPT!" Thumbs up!
"No crying allowed" in the online arena, but sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, I sob. Continuation of carpal-tunnel-producing-typing prevails as I persist in posting photo albums featuring dejected, forlorn, homeless pups, kittens, dogs, and lactating cats with newborns scheduled for "heart-sticking" in every "shelter" (often a misnomer) in North Carolina and in Youngstown, Ohio while gassing's the modus operandi in all of Georgia. Punishment for this sensitive soul...but someone has to do it and millions are! Facebook's so highly populated that it qualifies as the third largest country in the world, and I am part of a legion of soldiers sustained by never-ending cups of strong coffee. Gonna keel over and die at this keyboard--all for the preservation of the animal kingdom!
In the offline arena, we consider ourselves rugged individualists, for instance golfing when we feel like it--no league play--or swimming at Burnworth after trudging three blocks through our neighborhood on sweltering summer afternoons. We volunteer unendingly, never travel, and do without nutty luxuries. I write a couple of nostalgia columns. Don answers questions about community developments and lends a sympathetic ear to his customers, whether those queries arise at work or out dining at which time I channel Lewis Black as I converse about the day's activities--and politics! I am a book-keeper and an amateur veterinarian. We trip over our family of furry children forever underfoot. Our Himalayan cat named Dalai Lama once sent me to the emergency room. We respond to door-bells ringing and land phones and cell phones, too. At least one of us earned a Phi Beta Kappa Key, but that family member moved on to greener pastures.
Our home, except for its endearingly modest status, cannot be distinguished from that cinematic house in New England where jittery Kate Hepburn and perplexed Cary Grant chase a leopard all over the grounds of the estate only to be interrupted by a tiny pampered dog burying a valuable dinosaur bone which can never be retrieved. BRINGING UP BABY meets CHRISTMAS VACATION every day. Happy, contented exhaustion and confusion never cease. Something breaks...we figure out how to fix it or pay the huge honking bill. Over and over again. We mow our own lawn, rake leaves, and shovel snow--over and over again. We survive medical tribulations and the accompanying angst--over and over again. For fun, constant music emanates from our Bose system and spontaneous competitive card games pepper our days.
My dad, toward the end of his life, sighed, "Does busy-ness never end?" when I asked him to pick up some heartworm pills at Doc Waterfall's clinic formerly beside the Presbyterian Church. After a lifetime of assuring that we kids had pets and that those vital, revered members of our family had wonderful medical care, Daddy thought those days were over--i.e., walking down the alley behind Smith's funeral home to that little red building which smelled of ammonia and fuzzy critters. "Our Ft. Wayne docs charge more than C.C.'s vets," I pleaded as my sporadically Bob Cratchitty, "ever a new bride on a budget" mind calculated the total bill. I suppose "life-styles" we have crafted, and furthermore seldom can crawl out of, will indeed end one day, but "In the meantime, all we're given is this in-between time" and should relish each moment with gratitude.
Author Oscar Wilde believed that only dull folks recorded their thoughts or chronicled their activities in memoir fashion. Hey, Oscar, while one is living through all of this frantic cyclonic activity, the daily grind qualifies as anything but dull, buddy! A legitimate "De Profundis"!
For example, while playing House Frau, I once attempted to thaw, via a constant trickle from the bathtub faucet, and then roast my very first and last, dear, free, tiny turkey several seasons ago when Kroger issued bonus points in exchange for vital statistics about each customer which generated those pesky little cards on our keychains. A water main on our street busted for starters, and I felt so guilty. Never again! I harbor no desire to emulate Betty Crocker nor the fabulous young cook next door, at the time, who demonstrated the proper size blue speckled pan for my carcass which I truly felt I should name. Jeanne positioned herself as if hosting a cooking show, in her dining room across the driveway from my kitchen window, and held all the required "fixings" aloft as I leaned on my sink laughing at her rather than copying each move. My burgeoning credo at that instant: Why not just allow turkeys to live out their lives?
The final result a culinary and animal welfare disaster, I sulked and grieved while repeating Scarlett O'Hara's remorseful melodramatic statement following her shooting down a Yankee intruder, "Well, I guess now I've done murder." We manage, though, to have plenty of ingenious casseroles as we celebrate our vegetarian holiday so that "as God is our witness, we'll never go hungry again"! Until about midnight? And wouldn't Scarlett qualify as a gladiator? Who else in all of literature, filmdom, or TV-Land substituted a curtain rod for shoulder pads, courtesy of Bob Mackie?
See you at the movies. I'll be spending "The Next Three Days" in the dark with my idol Russell Crowe while enjoying pop-corn and milk duds, "cine-muck" (Critic Gene Siskel's word for discarded gum wads and spilled sticky soft drinks) beneath my weary feet!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 14, 2011
Part III: May Need to Revisit the Carolinas After All
Davidson County (North Carolina) commissioner Fred McClure sent another message yesterday - my reply follows:
"Thank you, and we are moving more toward the injection. It is a poor testimony for the citizens of our county that we have 7,000 animals at the shelter in the first place. Irresponsible pet ownership is the real problem and 'how' we put them down is not. Thanks for your kind words. I can assure you, most of the emails have been anything but civil. North Carolina would do well to have you back."
My reply...
Again, thank you, sir! Of course, I work daily and ‘round the clock for NOKILL SHELTERS ( and a NOKILL NATION ) and many "pounds" have made the change-over quite successfully.
If more folks would adopt or foster these living beings, we could empty the shelters immediately. In a heartbeat…and never reach these epidemic proportions of homeless souls ever again.
How impressed I am with your concern and willingness to engage in harmonious solutions. I may need to revisit the Carolinas after all.
I adore the Asheville area which is nestled between my South Carolina relatives and my Tarheel kin. Even consider moving there from time to time.
I am a Thomas Wolfe fan and adore Carl Sandburg’s Connemara home and enjoy wandering about his “genius” wife’s pastoral goat farm—a nokill situation since its inception.
Bless your heart for helping me to save these precious lives. (I am always advocating for low-cost spaying and neutering to be made readily available, and I truly believe there is no such thing as “humane killing”—the two words cannot be juxtaposed.)
Happy that you and I made contact!
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
"Thank you, and we are moving more toward the injection. It is a poor testimony for the citizens of our county that we have 7,000 animals at the shelter in the first place. Irresponsible pet ownership is the real problem and 'how' we put them down is not. Thanks for your kind words. I can assure you, most of the emails have been anything but civil. North Carolina would do well to have you back."
My reply...
Again, thank you, sir! Of course, I work daily and ‘round the clock for NOKILL SHELTERS ( and a NOKILL NATION ) and many "pounds" have made the change-over quite successfully.
If more folks would adopt or foster these living beings, we could empty the shelters immediately. In a heartbeat…and never reach these epidemic proportions of homeless souls ever again.
How impressed I am with your concern and willingness to engage in harmonious solutions. I may need to revisit the Carolinas after all.
I adore the Asheville area which is nestled between my South Carolina relatives and my Tarheel kin. Even consider moving there from time to time.
I am a Thomas Wolfe fan and adore Carl Sandburg’s Connemara home and enjoy wandering about his “genius” wife’s pastoral goat farm—a nokill situation since its inception.
Bless your heart for helping me to save these precious lives. (I am always advocating for low-cost spaying and neutering to be made readily available, and I truly believe there is no such thing as “humane killing”—the two words cannot be juxtaposed.)
Happy that you and I made contact!
____________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
September 13, 2011
We must speak up … individually.
In response to yesterday's post, I received the following from Davidson County (North Carolina) commissioner Fred McClure - my reply follows:
"Thanks for writing. However, the videos you see on Facebook are not accurate for our county. There is no terror, no pain and animals are put down one at a time. This has been a propaganda tool for animal rights folks that would prohibit your from owning animals, prohibit animals used in research and make all of us vegetarians. Please do not be fooled by all of this. You can be proud of this county as the biggest majority of animals are put down by lethal injection. We do not take animals from anywhere except our county so don’t know where that information came from. Thanks, Fred D. McClure"
My reply...
Mr. McClure:
I so appreciate your prompt response to my note of concern regarding domesticated animals struggling and suffering in harm’s way. Your words indicate that you care as much as I, so we are on the same page.
I am a Vegan out of kindness and also concern for my health, hoping to avoid heart failure, stroke, diabetes, kidney and breast and colon cancers.
Primarily, I believe that living beings be allowed to die natural deaths, and I am opposed to killing. Always. Thou shalt not kill. I am an advocate for the rights of all sentient souls to enjoy our heaven on earth.
Please speak up for low-cost spaying and neutering and promote loving responsibility toward the 23 million land animals slaughtered each day for profit and the nearly 9 million cats and dogs and puppies and kittens “destroyed” each year in incarcerating “shelters” in our the land of the free, some carcasses sold for rendering into pet food which is totally unwise in myriad ways. We must stop these massacres in our lifetimes to set an example for the rest of our world.
We must speak up … individually. I am a member of no group.
Hopefully, dear North Carolina, once quite special to our family, will become enlightened about this misguided approach toward both our environmental health and our own humane-ness at all times when we sorely need to re-direct ourselves and to educate our children to appreciate all who live.
A close friend of mine is a cancer researcher and brilliant doctor employed by Duke University, and I can assure you animals being used for research purposes is declining dramatically. Technology and scientific strides eliminate such experimentation in this 21st century.
I neither consume animals nor do I turn away from my responsibility to protect “domesticated” animals from death and torture and victimization. Please join me in advocating for what is gentle and healthy and wise.
Again, thank you for caring and for your quick response. You are a Southern gentleman.
Susie
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Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
"Thanks for writing. However, the videos you see on Facebook are not accurate for our county. There is no terror, no pain and animals are put down one at a time. This has been a propaganda tool for animal rights folks that would prohibit your from owning animals, prohibit animals used in research and make all of us vegetarians. Please do not be fooled by all of this. You can be proud of this county as the biggest majority of animals are put down by lethal injection. We do not take animals from anywhere except our county so don’t know where that information came from. Thanks, Fred D. McClure"
My reply...
Mr. McClure:
I so appreciate your prompt response to my note of concern regarding domesticated animals struggling and suffering in harm’s way. Your words indicate that you care as much as I, so we are on the same page.
I am a Vegan out of kindness and also concern for my health, hoping to avoid heart failure, stroke, diabetes, kidney and breast and colon cancers.
Primarily, I believe that living beings be allowed to die natural deaths, and I am opposed to killing. Always. Thou shalt not kill. I am an advocate for the rights of all sentient souls to enjoy our heaven on earth.
Please speak up for low-cost spaying and neutering and promote loving responsibility toward the 23 million land animals slaughtered each day for profit and the nearly 9 million cats and dogs and puppies and kittens “destroyed” each year in incarcerating “shelters” in our the land of the free, some carcasses sold for rendering into pet food which is totally unwise in myriad ways. We must stop these massacres in our lifetimes to set an example for the rest of our world.
We must speak up … individually. I am a member of no group.
Hopefully, dear North Carolina, once quite special to our family, will become enlightened about this misguided approach toward both our environmental health and our own humane-ness at all times when we sorely need to re-direct ourselves and to educate our children to appreciate all who live.
A close friend of mine is a cancer researcher and brilliant doctor employed by Duke University, and I can assure you animals being used for research purposes is declining dramatically. Technology and scientific strides eliminate such experimentation in this 21st century.
I neither consume animals nor do I turn away from my responsibility to protect “domesticated” animals from death and torture and victimization. Please join me in advocating for what is gentle and healthy and wise.
Again, thank you for caring and for your quick response. You are a Southern gentleman.
Susie
____________________
Read about movies and nostalgia, animal issues and sociopolitical concerns all discussed in my book Secrets of an Old Typewriter - print and ebook versions available. Also available in both formats at Amazon.com
Meet other like-minded souls at my facebook fan page
Visit my author website at www.susieduncansexton.com
Join a great group of animal advocates Squawk Back: Helping animals when others can't ... Or won't
