How does one start a blog… when they are so disgusted with humanity that they can’t even think straight? I have a lump in my stomach and I can’t get rid of it… I want to break down and cry, but I can’t…. I am so disgusted with being human… I have lost all faith I ever had in humanity. It’s something I cannot explain, us Cove Guardians can’t even explain it to each other. This feeling. But we all feel it, and we all know how it feels.
This morning we drove up to see if the boats were out. My dad and I went to the ancient Whale look out place, while Libby, Tarah, Thomas, Matt and Neil stayed at the Cove. We just kept looking out.
The water was actually really rough today, and we thought we saw the boats really far out on the horizon! So we were waiting, and then we realized small blue figures dancing a majestic Ballet not that far in front of us! They had blended in with the bigger waves… and they were driving a pod. Once they got to a point we knew that the dolphins couldn’t get away, we went to Le Wall.
I sat on the rocks at Le Wall and watched this pod fight to the death! They just would not go in the Cove! They kept getting away, then a molester would catch up with them and trap them again! For almost two hours they fought. I was just sitting there, trying to help them out… but what can you do? I am a strong believer of energy, but sometimes that just isn’t enough. I felt so helpless… there was nothing I could do about it. And there were babies, lots, you could see them jumping and their elders holding them down.
For two hours I sat and listened to those banging poles. I think I am scarred for life. That sound drove me mad! Two hours of constant banging, they never stopped… except to speed their boats up which only let out a giant black cloud of smoke falling into the water. I was getting sick to my stomach just having to hear that banging, not being able to escape it, feeling so trapped…… but what about under water? I can’t even imagine how scary it is! These poor things. Dolphins see with sound, it’s their main sense. I will never forget that sound, it’s the sound of innocence molested… which will soon lead to their capture or death.
Once they were in the killing Cove, we headed over to the actual Cove beach. I couldn’t believe my eyes! A local school was having a running “marathon” in front of the Cove. YES! I am serious. Libby asked them if they new what was going on behind them, they seemed to know. One girl said, dolphin meat tastes good. I was appalled! However, when they saw our shirts, they would wave and smile…. I feel like some of them might like what we are trying to do, but would never admit it.
Nine, including some babies, were taken to the Whale museum today. Ripped away from their mothers, and forced to die a slow and probably very painful death. I think that dying wondering where your mother went while starving to death would count as slow and painful.
The slaughter was quick. We think that there were only about 40 total now. They are getting really good at hiding their shame, I have to admit. I got zero blood shots from today. However, there is no hiding the fact these men are obviously ashamed. There is no hiding the fact that the gutting barge was in place and no dolphins came out of the Cove alive. There is no hiding the fact that blood was pouring, literally pouring into the water.
I did not see this, but Libby and Tarah did. The molesters brought TWO live dolphins from the Whale museum and watched as they threw them up onto the gutting barge. They said they could hear them slapping around and screaming…. they listened to that sound vanish. Listened to them being gutted alive. We think these dolphins were giving them trouble, or were sick… so they gutted them alive. Trainers aren’t involved? I think THEY ARE!!!!
There was something very different about this morning, the wind was bitter and slapped your face… our energy wasn’t the same… and we watched a family fight and fight, only to lose. It’s like watching a horror film, where the bad guy wins, and slaughters the parents in front of the innocent child.
Far, Fast and Deep,