We receive and spread:
We’ve never liked hunting.
It’s something traditional, a remnant of rural culture clumsily wedged and camouflaged into the present time.
A sort of camouflage similar to that with which you’d like to deceive life in the forest and make it believe you are part of it.
But don’t forget your lies. There’s not a single muscle in your body that deserves to be considered part of the ecosystem.
Every year, armed to the teeth, you patrol the woods. You spend your days hunting the animals that live there.
The clearings where you set up your sheds and those sad rowans are sterile lacerations, mutilations inflicted on a vigorous body to which you try to attach some sort of prosthesis that clumsily tries to imitate nature.
You don’t spare the birds, foxes, roe deer and boars that are trying to live their lives, already threatened by urbanization and pollution imposed by your beloved civilization.
You don’t allow any other forest regular to venture without fear of being struck by a bullet shot by some old guy gone gaga and who wants to play at war.
Not only is your ‘sport’ anachronistic, it is also bloody and murderous. You try to drown the frustration accumulated in a shit life by going around with war weapons, full of technological gadgets and taking goliardic photographs by the side of prey dead for your amusement.
Your mask as nature’s defenders only mirrors the attempts made by civilization to impose its control on everything that is not domesticated or artificial and to defend fields, urban spaces, streets and cement in the land stolen from the wilderness.
Well, we’re disgusted by all this. The wilderness is and must continue to be unmanageable.
That’s why under a dark moon one winter night we directed our anger at two sheds.
Our claws tore apart the cages where a dozen call birds were locked up; nets and traps were pulled out, the interiors of the sheds trashed and destroyed. We had fun and so much joy.
In the same night licences and documentation disappeared, as well as equipment and liqueurs, which ended up in more deserving pockets… Cheers!
We conspire against you because your frivolous hobby doesn’t only strike little birds and animals that you believe are without intellect, but it also strikes us directly. It strikes every single nerve ending of the big ecosystem to which we are linked; the forest of which you deprive us weakens us, in part; your frightening shots harm our hearing; the bullets you spread contaminate our substratum.
We’ll sabotage you, we’ll put a spanner in your works in many different ways. We’ll make sure that before you can activate your shed again you’ll think it over seriously, so that you see how many more times it’s worth paying for licenses to the body in charge and buy a gun again, thus financing those who profit from war such as Beretta and all.
We are aware of the fact that the war on earth and animal exploitation is one and the same as the war on human and existent exploitation. They go hand in hand.
FOR ALIVE DESTRUCTION NOW!
FOR 2019 TO BE FILLED WITH A THOUSAND NIGHTS LIKE THIS ONE
WAR ON ALL CAGES AND PRISONS AND SOLIDARITY WITH THOSE WHO ARE LOCKED UP IN THEM
A HUG TO PASKA, ANTONIO, DAVIDE DELOGU AND THOSE ON TRIAL FOR SCRIPTA MANENT
Animal Liberation Front
Translated by act for freedom now!