When living in South Florida during the summer season one encounters storm events on an almost daily basis. Weekly, I do the wash and then hang it out on the line to dry. There are loads of dos and don’ts associated with this drying technique such as, the sun will bake the clothing, the water is soft so it makes it hard to get anything clean. But I won’t bore you with the details. I refer to my weather application daily and always see the symbol for a storm. I think that is reported, as they know it will at some point in the day storm, That way if it doesn’t they would only be wrong occasionally.


One day I saw the AP change the prediction from rain to sunshine and back to rain again. I was glad for that knowing at least someone is paying attention. This Morning I loaded the lines with laundry and was dismayed to see the ominous black to the West. More black than usual I set about removing the still wet laundry from the lines. In the meantime I also carried in the lawn furniture and poured myself a cup of coffee and as the thunder began to roll and it does roll (like God bowling) to sit on the couch with the dogs that were by now beginning to shake and look for me for security. I opened the drapes to view the bird preserve across from us. to see the palms, swaying in the wind. The lightening strikes were spectacular as the storm moved over the house and went on to the East. It’s amazing to hear the rumbles over the house as they shake everything, each dog pressing into me and panting in nervousness. I say, “its ok be still” and so on in attempts to sooth the animals. I try to imagine what it must be like not to understand the great booming noises. I also wonder if they can see the strikes of the lightning? Sometimes it will rumble all day and not even get dark and like today the storm moved off after a tremendous show with very little rain. So…I will have to water tonight. When I moved here I went a little wild with the plantings. I am in love with palm trees. There are so many varieties. I was able to get a few smaller generic palms on my budget and plant them around. They need a lot of water and fertilizer or their under leaves turn brown and die. I found a recipe for a homemade brew fertilizer that everyone swears by, which includes a can of beer. What is it with the beer? It makes everything better? It sure works here in Florida as often people are working in stifling heat. People are either drinking it or watering things with it including their food. Beer chicken. http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/beer-can-chicken-recipe.html






Doing anything physical here has been a real challenge for this Yankee. I used to make fun of people who lived their lives indoors. From the air-conditioned house to the air-conditioned car, to the air-conditioned store and so on, but whoa! I understand completely now. I understand how a person can just be sitting not even doing anything and break out in total perspiration. Everyone who has any money or is smart leaves for this season. Many homes sit empty. The people who leave are called snowbirds. However, you do not have to go far to escape the heat, and they come back before the snow fly’s anyway. I have begun to long for my old 4 seasons life. I also have been practicing with the air conditioning: 76 and 77 is too hot and 72 is too cold. I have not reached a middle range yet. Pajamas were flannel bottoms and a T now I am down to the T without the flannels. My mum sleeps in the buff.


I usually retire with a washcloth on my head and sometimes also on my neck. I like to tell this to my daughter as she always asked me earlier when she was growing up why do you buy washcloths? I would review my hygiene lessons to her and then threw in the cloth on the head and neck thing, which left her oddly confused. It was only recently did I realize I had been doing this because I was from Florida originally and developed such habits early on. Also, why I have always slept with on leg out of the covers and why I cannot stand a pile of blankets on me, Florida is the reason.


I ran across a picture of me when I was about 8 all sacked out with my little chintz animal pattern jams with my one leg hanging out of the sheet, just to the right of the air conditioner, a washcloth on my head. We were living in Florida.


But to make a long story short and I will skip the part about me ditching school for the first time here by stepping back into the palms as the bus arrived. (A habit that followed me all my life)….


And skip to the part where I am singing. “The National Anthem, Oh tis of thee, and America the Beautiful, plus: “ The “Florida State” song. It’s about waking up in the morning where the orange blossoms grow, and a drifting back to Florida the orange blossom state.” Then leaning forward to spit on the boy in front of me in the choir line (?). A childhood filled with riding my bicycle with no hands against traffic on cool fall mornings, walking barefooted to the 7-11 for an icy and a small penny bag of candy, hopping from grass patch to white pavement to grass patch. Races in the street with my pigeon-toed friend, by the way, who was faster than me even with her feet turned inwards. We would run and jump into swimming pools throughout the neighborhood as Marco Polo extended itself from pool to pool. Each day ended with a sundown session of the garage band, with me on tennis racquet singing, “Hey, Hey with the Monkees.” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzzx6lKBpHQ






My Florida childhood spent playing, was also the Florida of my mom’s discontent. She lay on the beach day in and day out for a long time. I do not remember going to school at all. Just body surfing and eating in beachside shrimp shacks. Finally, my grandmother came to live with us and I went to a counselor to make leather wallets with braided plastic on the ends, and twisted key chains. Not that anything strange was wrong with me, just a kid that had lost her daddy and was subjected to being a beach bum. Apparently, I had drawn some pretty awful pictures showing caskets and black flowers. Causing my mother and grandmother dismay.


Mom cried a lot missing my dad who had been mutilated in a terrible car crash back in our home state. She had buried him, sold everything and moved us to Florida. I had learned to care for my little brother making him fried egg sandwiches, (imagine that using a frying pan at 6,) and teaching him to swim. My grandmother, she cooked and created order and routine. She made creamed chicken on toast with bore those little red things called gizzards and other floaty parts, which I picked out, yuck! (That generation ate everything due to the depression, which caused them to be very frugal. Or so I have been told.)


I had the mumps and she made creamed chicken. I smelled it from my bed and threw up as I imagined those floaty chicken parts all flowing around in the creamed pea sauce. To this day I can smell it. At night my very normal pencil sharpener became a bust of John F. Kennedy that gave speeches to me through the walls, however, it was only the TV in the living room speaking to me from the other side of the wall. Those were the days of high imagination, where the creature under the bed could reach out and grab your arms or legs so… I would jump in the dark into bed and never, never let my arms hang over.


Then one night I was awakened by a scream and jumped out of bed to meet my grandmother in the doorway of her room right across the hall, then seeing my mom and her boyfriend fighting on the sofa. I followed my grandmother’s lead to beat on him to get him off of her. We beat him right to the front door and out. Everyone screaming. He shoved me back and I hit the stacked stools by the door and they ripped at the wounds that had had formed on my knees by constantly falling off my bike.


I sat down bleeding and watched as my grandmother left me in charge rushing my mom to the hospital. He had tried to grind out her eyes with his thumbs!


He was a drunk, a condition at 8 I did not comprehend yet, and obviously my mother had chosen to overlook in her intimate relationship with this man. I did not know that at the time, but that was the beginning of the end. After her eyes got better, they were bandaged for what seemed like months as grandmother and I tended to her every need.


The phone rang and he was at the door all the time. My grandmother threatening to call the police. He would beg for forgiveness. I was not of an age to really ascertain the seriousness of the situation. We just packed boxes and a for sale sign went up on the house. Apparently, the house sold right away, and we moved West never to grace the Florida’s coastline again.


Yet, here we are. It’s so hot here I am wondering why?


Florida is obviously a poor state, they have a really low minimum wage I worked for 8 $ an hour in some of the most terrible conditions I have ever endured. It has taken me a week to recover from one week of slave labor in horrible heat. I saw so many violations that labor and industries would cringe where I am from. No breaks, working in unimaginable temperatures for long hours around dangerous machines. People drinking alcohol on their lunch breaks and even a shift boss leaving to go to the liquor store so he could drink on the night shift. Then these drunks get on forklifts. After the company showed we newbies a film depicting the dangers of forklifts, gory and horrific injuries recreated for us to watch. They send us out to work in the exact conditions that were depicted as Never Dos.


No floor supervisors or anyone making sure people are safe and the labor laws are upheld. Right away another employee told me that my own supervisor was drinking on the job! I suppose it is one of those, if I am doing it how can I reprimand someone else situations. I became acutely aware of where those forklifts were and who was on them! After one of the drivers placed a skid of papers right near me boxing me in so that when I turned around I gouged my leg on a sharp piece of the pallet and that same day falling down as I was exhausted from the heat and the long hours catching myself on a dangerous machine cutting a hole in my middle finger. And then another day a drunk man I was working with had been trying to show me how to stack came back from lunch smelling of alcohol, began to stack incorrectly blaming me in a stern voice. “Don’t you get it yet, this way and then that way!”? Then he jumps on the forklift yelling at a young black man working near us calling him a nigger and that if he got hurt he did not give a shit or maybe he said Fck.



I began to think about my now aching arm, which had been healed from a previous injury, and my knee, which I had damaged and had surgery back in the 90s now aching and keeping me sleepless at night. Not to mention my feet and aching back. Also, how my hands were swollen when I got up in the morning, and I could no longer close them completely. Combine that with inadequate working conditions, which allowed for the smell of the toner, (which I was supposed to get used to) permeate the premises’ and not be removed by the fans they supposedly sold.


After a rotten day of injuries I tried to report and when I tried to speak to my supervisor he waved me away saying, “not yet.” Hugh? Not yet?” How is that a way to speak to someone? I have worked for companies that would be sued by someone with injuries like mine so I got a Band-Aid and left. After another frustrating day of watching my line manager try to fix a machine over and over again, injuries, light-headedness from heat exhaustion and chemical smells, I quit.


I cannot imagine how I get myself into those kinds of jobs. I guess it is my willingness to try anything. Coming from a similar work environment I was surprised to see such negligence. They are a lawsuit and I mean a huge lawsuit waiting to happen. It’s a miracle no one has sued them as I am sure they deserve it with the turn over they have seen. I found a list of names on an old schedule from a year back and only one persons name was the same. Before I left I did some research for that very person to help her realize she should move on finds somewhere to work that would better appreciate her many skills and talents. Life doesn’t have to be so hard.






I have a good resume, lots of experience in human services, I am educated beyond most holding degrees in Journalism and Psychology. I am looking to work with a kinder gentler people. I need people in my life that care about others, are concerned about not only about the quality of their own lives but that of others too. I do not want to be around rough and tumble people anymore.


Years ago Showtime had a series called “Dead Like Me.” One of the characters was named George had a Job in a place that was called “Happy Time. “ She had a neurotic boss who had a heart of gold and loved her cat that she took on adventures with her.


George moved up quickly even with her negative sarcastic personality. Which I do not have, but seem to attract. Help!


So if you know of a place like this, a Happy Time that has an opening let me know I want to work there.



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Unfortunately, the series came to an end. It got weird, to much F this and F that and not enough real dialogue, (which Showtime has the tendency to do.) and some strange ad lib murder plot where the reapers kill their boss after the one they liked gained enough points to move forward to heaven. They lost Mandy Patinkin http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001597/their signature actor and it all went downhill from there.

IN THE DEFENSE OF MEN

     I am not a male advocate or anything like that, in fact I have been single for 12 years.  (Not dating either ) 
I had a long term relationship of over 20 years, had 3 children and fostered a 4th and helped raise a grandchild for a while.  Therefore it is not like I am approaching this without some sort of experience. I am also a Mental Health Professional.  

     Qualifying is not the issue here. What is the issue is how I am seeing women behave towards their men in relationships. It doesn't seem to matter if they are married, common law (financial circumstances preventing marriage) or just living in sin (Biblical fornication)  Women have become in an attempt to be treated like princesses; monsters.  I wondered if it is the lack of example, that is being given to daughters by their mothers. Divorce is  common place and no one cares to stay together because of the children in our me society.   Therefore a woman may have seen her mother in many relationships none of  them long term, and often not marriage.  Added is the necessity of women to work, whether they have the luxury of another income or not.  Or perhaps it is the media again and its twisted idea of what love is.  Perhaps, it is how Hollywood portrays a woman's role in marriage: as Superwoman. She being capable of running a household of 6 to 8, holding down a full time job, and still having time to do the laundry, make the beds in her designer perfect home, and make dinner by 6.                        

   Reality is a different thing.  Truth be told the Superwoman is a myth.   Something has gotta give, usually it is a decent upbringing for the offspring and the marriage. 

Once upon a time… I went for a walk on the beach near my home.  I live in a small coastal town which is often overrun by tourists. So  beach activity is commonplace.  

It was a dreary day threatening to rain at any moment so I took a rain slicker and drove to the entrance of the beach.  I saw a car sitting  a little farther up than where I parked.  When I walked by I saw a couple in the car. The man was in the drivers seat, the windows were fogged and a woman on the passenger side appeared to be speaking. The man looked over at me as I passed, I smiled.   He appeared to me to cowering like he was being admonished by his mother for some wrongdoing.  I continued on my walk.  

      It was a nice cool day, the sand was firm so I was able to cover a lot of ground. I found myself way around the point before I knew it.  Usually, I only walk as far as I want to walk back, for example, an hour out means an hour back, that kind of thing.  I am an avid hiker in the dry season and my legs are fit.  Once I get limbered up and the sea air fills my lungs I can cover a lot of ground.

      I do not like to be on the beach when it gets dark as it is really disorienting, the pitch black without a moon.  

I once went clam digging with my mom and made the mistake most novices do when digging at night.  I did not leave my car dome light on so I could orient myself after I had followed the beach at low tide out into oblivion.  I, like a baby turtle began to walk to the lights.  The big hotels along the boardwalk glowed through the rain and fog like spaceships hovering at the edge of the horizon.    Miles from where we had come onto the beach, it was pouring rain and pitch black. I had giant rubber boots on that hindered every step. As it came apparent we were far from our vehicle, my mother began to panic and was close to tears.  I got desperate with the various scenarios I was imagining.  
     I considered ditching my boots and my clam booty. Finally,  I  spoke to another clammer who was digging, I asked for a ride back to our car.  The man actually laughed and said,"when I am done here." That apparently meant, I thought, when he was done clamming."  I saw many more lanterns glowing down the beach, the hell with that, I thought but I said,"thanks don't bother." Then walked away.  
The next clammer almost fell over his quota as he and his wife hurried to take us to his truck and deliver us safely to our car.  Much appreciative, I gave them my clams.  

 However, this day I was walking in the sunshine which was about to set, so I turned back.  As I was walking, I saw ahead a person off in the distance on a trajectory towards me.  As I do, I  
walked a little higher on the sand so as not to have an encounter. I am not antisocial I just do not want not be bothered sometimes.  

  We came closer to each other, I saw it was a man.  Perhaps even the one I had passed entering the beach, being admonished by his mother.  As we were about to pass he spoke to me.  He said, "is that your car back there?" "Yes, why? as a lump formed in my throat in anticipation of unexpected news, my mind raced  to scenes of the car rolling down into the water, and then I was calm as I knew I had parked way off the beach on the side.   

He continued,"I saw you pass by, we are in the little car over there," he raised his arm to point. 
I formed no opinions so early in the conversation.  He turned to me  and fell into step as I began walking again towards the setting sun and my car.  He was pleasant enough, well dressed and kind of cute with a crooked smile and dark eyebrows that did not meet in the middle! (I do not like that, it looks messy to me ) About 45, he was clean shaven and had on a nice pair of almost new looking Levis and a soft striped shirt and rain slicker.  He was sporting a hat that said, " Crown Cruises."  No matter really as I did not know who they were anyway, probably some vacation cruise line that has yet to poison, lose or kill their passengers.  
He rallied on about the weather and his various interests to the point I thought,"maybe that really is his mother in the car." 
Obviously single, or so it seemed.  In that case I decided that if he asked for my phone number I would withhold to stave off any mommas boys.  (So unbecoming in a man to be that age and still have his momma giving him orders.)
  We arrived at the cars, his first and he opened the door. The woman  that was in the little compact was so large that she looked as if she had been poured in.  I am no Minnie Mouse, but I get out and about. I also have no room to criticize.  I understand how hard it is to maintain ones weight after age 40.  Let alone being subject to the American diet of processed foods.  It seems we are all packing around a few extra pounds.  But that is a different subject altogether. 

     I bent in and said hello as I was introduced, still no relationship designation.  He got in and immediately rolled down the window.  She leaned past him and began to speak to me.  Out of her mouth came not pearls of wisdom but complaints of ailments and stories of dead relatives and misfortune.  I braced myself and smiled devoted to sharing nothing of myself and put on my therapist hat.  

I thought of nice things to say to get out of a session that would be indeed unpaid.  Then I looked at him.  He was so pathetic in the presence of this woman. From here on I will call her"Jabba" as she really did look like "Jabba the Hutt" from Star Wars.  Lets just say, Jabba jabbered on and on. 

The man I will call Ed as he looked like an Ed, shrank deeper and deeper in his seat the more Jabba Jabbered.  He hung his arm out, and hung it on the door, like an anchor to hold him from disappearing from sight altogether in the black hole of his well defined car seat.  
I remember saying,"so Ed here is your husband?"  Yes, that was a nod I think, as the roll that replaced her chin started an avalanche of flesh response.  It appeared that he was a caretaker of someone  he obviously did not love and everything about his body language screamed, "I am trapped in hell."  
 Ed is not unusual in my experience. I cannot say really how many men I have met who married someone they thought would love and adore them all their lives, only to wake one morning to the rag bag from hell.  I remember one man saying to me,"I had never imagined she would be so ugly without her makeup!." Wow! I thought she must  have been one of those who caked it on."  One has to wonder in those situations, not about the woman, but the man, and his being so oblivious.  
     In relationships, most people think that how they feel now at the moment of consummation is how they will always feel.  I call that the bait.  A man and a woman puts their best foot forward at first. This is why in years long past couples had such long engagements. It was a chance for them to get to know one another, to see each other in different situations; how they manage their money, how they react to pressure situations, how realistic and stable is their loved ones personality?  All common practices which in these modern times are forgone for living together, or marriage in the first few months of meeting.  Everyone expresses distain for these ideas which are claimed to be old school and outdated.   However, they had good reasons behind them.  

 Back to Ed, I am sure after the passage of 25 minutes of knowing Ed and then Jabba they were in a loveless, one sided marriage. He was the victim, browbeaten to the point of fear. Her ailments kept him from leaving as he felt he would be heavily burdened with guilt.  A solid trap from any aspect.   As I said goodbye and that it had been nice to meet them, he sat up and put his hands on the wheel as if resolved about his situation. The thought occurred to me that maybe he would man up and be responsible for his own decisions.  I hope…….

 The Tree Frog

Of course another endangered species.  Living in the 21st century on a planet that is mostly water which by the way is mostly depleted of its resources.  Another fact, that we humans are also ignoring is the recent Fukushima spill after the main event,the Earthquake and Tsunami that hit Japan in April 2011.Currently  another 100 tons of radioactive water has been allowed to leak into the ocean,which by the way…is also our ocean.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5i2wEtkLrjYMZZWA5zBoRzhB8nnbQ?docId=d501f61e-6cc4-4ad3-a150-2f1be2a85884   

You see there is a phenomenon called wave action. This wave action is a result of what is called the tides. The tides occur because  this is a moving planet governed by something called gravity. Gravity keeps everything on the earth from floating away into space.  The Gravity is created by the relationship of the Earth to the Moon and the Moons relationship to the Sun. They all interact with each other in space. Of course, it is more complicated than that however, for clarity purposes we will just keep it simple.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1otfxSwaG5g

This Radioactive pollution of OUR OCEAN has been constant for over 3 years now.   Reports by JAPANS Scientists clearly state they have found serious Radioactive contamination in the land, sea and sky and everything in and around the country. Of course, officially, everything is being denied.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEraoeS7iBo

So lets use our common sense,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-g8wSucvpA 

Water,radioactive water, fish swimming in  the sea, tides moving the water around the world,http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrO7ejaVdzs  = polluted ocean,radioactive sea creatures.  Of course, the industries in Japan and The United States and any commerce related entity,making money  from the oceans will deny any problems.  

No one wants to see the whole fisheries industry collapse and people to lose their way of life, yet lying about it all doesn't make anything better. 

Smart countries are already beginning to ban the imports of seafood from Japan and many people in the United States are not eating seafood from the NW and Alaska anymore. This is a disaster of monumental consequences. Our Governments do not know what to do. Yet, we forget in the free world the government is us, We the people of the United States.This government made up of elected officials are supposed to act in accordance to their constituents desires.  Are we calling them?  Are we instructing our representatives to ban seafood from Japan? Are we asking them to support any initiatives for helping Japan rescue their usable nuclear plant and doomed fishing industry?  Are we calling and asking the Senators in Washington, California and Alaska to stop the fishing and exporting?  

Personally I think it is a warning of things to come.  I hate to say it but didn't Japan have it coming?  The way they are overfishing the oceans, not only harvesting what can be eaten but killing everything else too? 

Once it was suggested that we as civilized nations join together and get them out of there. A possible area on the Earth besides the Arctic Continent is Australia a huge and sparsely populated country.  The innovative peoples of Japan, an island nation where 127 million people live in a 145,000 square mile area.  (Which is an island about the size of the state of Montana.)Could be transported to a new life, away from their destroyed world of radioactivity and polluted food sources and each other. Of course they would have to become farmers and develop their own economy along with the generous help of Australia and the world.  Anything could happen. In a world of possibilities. 

As it stands the Japanese are an endangered species. The likelihood of anything similar to Israel becoming a Jewish State, the migration of Japanese to Australia is minuscule.  However, why not?  At least give them an option. I am an idealist and an adventurer and would be the first person on the boat if I were Japanese. Then again I have no desire to be part of one of the first colonies on Mars.  That seems more complicated than a mass migration of Japanese to Australia. However, the exodus to Mars is going to occur in 2023.

http://www.mars-one.com/mission

At Christmas this year we had a party.  We shopped for the perfect furniture. I made extravagant food and we entertained our neighbors and friends.  During the party I was speaking to a neighbor about the local wildlife.  She mentioned the little tree frogs. Her words were, "I saw one of those sitting by the light one night and I smashed it with the broom."  The way she spoke was as if the creature was dirty and it was ok and normal for her to destroy it.  My other neighbor and I looked at each other in amazement. I suppose I could not retain my disapproval, and I turned away from her, as if I was speaking to someone who is drunk out of their minds and would not notice my departure anyway.  Killing a tree frog with a broom?  OMG! I have never spoken to her again.   What is that?  Who are those kinds of people? Are they the same ones that honk at you when you are sitting at a red light?  Or degrade their spouses in public?   

I took that picture of the frog last night.He jumped away from me;pillar to post to plant.  He had been clinging to the wall by our lamp eating the swarms of little bugs. While taking his picture I was reminded of my conversation with that person that had killed one of these little guys relatives. 

Why is the human race so intrusive? Why does everything have to be controlled, manipulated, governed,exploited or killed? What of kindness,empathy,concern,geniality? 

WE are all in this together, including the Tree Frogs.

Well, it has happened again!

http://www.cnn.com/2014/02/10/world/europe/denmark-zoo-giraffe/

           The people of the Netherlands have once again proved that they cannot be allowed to have the keys to the car.  Again and again these people of this country cannot stop killing things.  First it is pilot whales, and then dolphins and  they also have been major opponents in the movement to stop murdering the last of this planets whales.  

We are not talking complicated here.  The whole world is saying stop, these creatures are not yours to kill. Even if we cannot educate them on the state of the earth and the most up to date discoveries about these sea creatures they continue to cruelly massacre. 

We have appealed to them as thinking adults and once again they have shown  the world they are not.

I am wondering; is it the sea air that muddles their minds to the point where do not know what they are doing or is it their determination to not understand that the world they are living in is not the world that it used to be.  

I was thinking that perhaps it is because they are a Socialist country and therefore do not really have any individual reasoning going on.  Where there is Socialism there is more of a mass approach everything.  Although, Socialism is a bit more forgiving as to what people are allowed to say unlike communism, where people fear for their lives if they represent themselves.  

Denmark is also a Monarchy, much like Great Britain they have a Queen and a Crown Prince.  Yet, everything is on a much smaller scale. (5.59 million souls as compared to the UK which has 63.23 million populating their islands.) 

On the global level Denmark is on the lowest level of income equality meaning  their coffers are not very full in comparison to the rest of the world.  It's not that they are poor it is just that they do not have a lot to give with a land mass of a mere: 16,639 sq miles, (43,094 sq. Km) give or take a rock.

  

So what is it?  Arrogance?  Foolishness? Lack of Wisdom? That causes them to behave with such ignorance?  Should we not forgive them as we do our own children? after all I am living in a country that allows the killing of the unborn.  Who am I to throw the first stone?  

Perhaps, it is the fact that they have a state run religion which 79% belong to but only 5% participate in.   In my country we separated the church from the state ( good move! ).   

After the latest event where they butchered a perfect healthy young giraffe. There were even offers to re-home it in the UK.  Conversations occurred about the castration of the soon to be adult male Giraffe.  Yet, this was considered inhumane, What! Killing it isn't inhumane?  

  <<<<<<>>>>Hold on!>>>>>>> 

>>>The clincher, Logic and reasoning at its finest!!! Alert!!!

                 Wait for it…..   There was No program for setting it free in to the wilds of its homeland..

                                         No Program!  

 Its solved! The Danish are Drones who cannot operate outside of their government run lives. Their reasoning was: something to the  effect of "keeping their bloodlines pure"  Which is not just an archaic statement but a stupid one.  Of course the ends justify the means.  Look! see! We understand the circle of life, the meat was not wasted we fed it to the lions!  

God save that Queen! But hey, what do I know I'm just a Dum amerikaner.  I rest my case…

Please see links

https://www.google.com/search?q=denmark+atrocities+towards+animals&sa=X&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ

&ei=5Bn5UqKVOMW5kQeXnICYAw&ved=0CHoQsAQ&biw=1040&bih=962

&http://www.protecttheocean.com/denmark-continues-dolphin-slaughter-warning-graphic-images/