Let's rewind back 11 days to Wednesday, February 8th. I was at work and noticed a flyer on the bulletin board showing a chained elephant and a plea asking people not to go to the circus. Ringling Brothers is scheduled to stop here in the Lowcountry of South Carolina at the end of the month/beginning of March and I was excited to see that someone else abhorred the animal acts as much as I do. Alas, there was no name or contact number. I began to ask around as to who might have posted the flyer. The same name came up several times as well as a the same warning. But I'll get to that in a bit. The next day I found the woman on Facebook.
Notice that she writes back about my personal information. She must've immediately pounced on my profile the minute I approved her friend request. For the record, I am Catholic. I lean toward the Libertarian party although I consider myself to be an Independent. I am too conservative in some areas to be a Democrat (although I have been a registered Democrat since I turned 18 way back when) and too liberal in other areas to be a Republican. My views are mine and mine along. I don't force them on anyone, not even my family. My views do not represent my husband, my father, my sister, my friends, or anyone else, either. To be honest, I've never met anyone with whom I agree 100% and I like it that way. How boring would life be if we all agreed all the time? Anyway, the image to the right shows exactly what my Facebook profile states about me and my views.
Now, back to the private messages.
Well, I begin to compile undercover animal abuse footage and beginFreedom of Information Act (FOIA) letters to be sent to the USDA's Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service (APHIS) to gain the Ringling Brothers/Feld Entertainment list of Animal Welfare Act violations over the past few years.
During this time, my father contacted me. He and my sister live three hours away and take in abadoned cats as much as they can afford to do so. Well, the little old lady across the street from my father's office died and her cat was picked up by the city's animal control unit. Dad said the cat was a sweet tuxedo who loved to be petted. He called the "humane" society and was told that the cat was around three years of age, neutered, and in good health. But since it wasn't "cute enough" to be put in the adoption area they were going to put him down. Dad asked them to hold off for a few days and he and my sister began to frantically search for someone to help the cat. I posted my sister's plea on my own wall and asked Carol the Vegan if she knew anyone who could help the poor cat.
I must preface the following with the fact that many, many of my friends are staunch liberals and big fans of the president. I do not go on their pages and create a nuisance and vice versa. We accept each other's differing opinions civilly. Anyway, on Thursday, February 16th, I posted several stories about the controversy between President Obama and his fight with the Catholic Church over birth control. I make no secret of the fact that I disagree with about 99% of what this president has done. But this latest antic hits very close to home as I am a Catholic. I posted a link to the story "Obama declares war on the Catholic Church" to my timeline. Seeing this, Carol went bonkers. The entire thread is below.
Carol then began to rant and rave on an earlier post.
I was infuriated and posted a status about it. I then wrote an open letter to Carol and posted it here as well as on her page. I then defriended her.
Afterwards, I settled down to eat dinner. I took great joy in sinking my teeth into that steak after fighting with that hag. Sad, I know. But it makes me wonder. How many people will buy circus tickets out of SPITE after having a conversation/altercations with this zealot?
From there on, the argument went to pivate messages. Notice that she used the cat she "saved" as another fighting point. She never asked me to pay a dime for the rescue. She never mentioned it until she got pissed off.
My response must've sent her off the deep end as she blocked me from sending her anything else. I find this funny because the only time I've written to her - besides the initial letter - has been in RESPONSE to her. It's doubly funny because I was heading to block her and she beat me to the punch. To be honest, though, I am not angry anymore. More baffled than anything, actually. I was on her side, ready to help her with this Ringling Brother's protest. If this is how she treats those with which she has common ground, how does she reach out to those who have nothing in common with her? How will people attending any of those shows be able to take her seriously when she bugs out and goes all hag on them when they disagree with her? Then again, according to her own graphics, if the person doesn't "like animals," then they aren't worth her time. How many people could she have converted if she simply had a better attitude? In the end, I do feel sorry for her husband. The man is a genius and I admire his inventions at work. Talking to him from now on will be awkward as he has been unknowingly, unwillingly drug into this. How sad. Sad for friendships, work relationships, and the animals as a whole. 
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