Whale Wars.
As a kid, I wanted to be the lady that grew up and took care of the whales and dolphins. I also wanted to be a ballerina, a mermaid, own a ton of horses, rescue animals, and write novels. I lived in a fantasy world as a result of not having the opportunities to indulge in my passions. And so far, the only endeavor that has come close has been the horses, when I volunteered for just short of a year at an equestrian stable. I'm still working on the whole mermaid thing.
But on a more serious note, back to the whales and dolphins thing.
I had a passion and a love and a desire like you wouldn't believe when it came to those beautiful, majestic creatures. Unfortunately, as I grew up, life left me jaded when I realized that there was not much of a demand for "ladies who took care of whales and dolphins," and like many things, I dropped it in hopes of finding something that I
could do. (And here I am, blogging.)
I remember reading a book that my mom had on her bookshelf that outlined all of the species of whales, dolphins, and porpoises and was jam-packed with fact after fact, as well as gorgeous full-color photographs. At eight years old, I was convinced that I'd learned everything that I'd ever needed to learn about whales.
And I still remember turning to the section that affected me for a very, very long time. There were whales laying on the sand, and I knew that something was wrong.
Whales don't go on the sand; they have to be in the water, or they'll die. Mortality is a hard topic for a child to understand. What's even harder for a child to comprehend is killing.
So imagine not even considering the fact that people every day kill your favorite animal (of all time!). It was a hard idea to swallow. Granted, there are reasons both for and against whaling (I'll explore that in a later post), but with so many species both on the verge of extinction and in critical need, that's something else.
And imagine to my horror when I realized that, as a child, that it was growing more and more possible for these creatures to disappear, forever, from the face of the planet...because of us?
So, Whale Wars.
When the television show first launched, I remember being mildly excited about it. Shows of that caliber have always had an interesting effect on me, and when it was regarding something that was so near and dear to my heart, it sparked even more interest. I never actually watched the show, because it seemed far too...extreme, for my taste. However, I did some light reading, and just felt like writing about it.
I gathered from the Whale Wars website that Captain Paul Watson (the grizzly sterotypical captain guy who has a sea-faring charm to him, in my opinion) actually co-founded Greenpeace way back in 1972, and read a bit about the "shooting" controversy.
Geez. Extreme.
Which brings me to Greenpeace in general, and my very mild opinion of the organization, the execution of projects, and the people.
There's more controversy regarding Greenpeace versus, say, World Wildlife Fund, for the reason that there are indeed plenty of radicals within the Greenpeace organization. The linked photograph of the banner will take you to the actual story on the Greenpeace website.

Illegal? Oh yeah. Dangerous? Absolutely.
But did it get the point across? Well, we'll see.
I'm going to admit, I thought it was a hilarious and effective move on Greenpeace's part. But when it comes down to putting yourself and others in danger, that's when it gets scary and that's when the controversy really comes out.
But think about it. This is the catch-22. How many people will be listening if groups such as Greenpeace or WWF calmly and politely ask the world for help? "Oh, please, um, we're screwing up the planet...can we stop?" Yeah, exactly.
But when you go to such extremes as that, it reflects negatively on your group's ethics. So where is the line? As much as I don't think going to extremes is necessarily the "right" or "best" way to go about it, it might just be the only way to catch people's attention. If a kid says, "Mommy, Mom, Mommy," enough times, Mommy is going to turn around and see what the hell the kid wants. Granted, the situations at hand are more critical than wanting a box of cookies, but on the grand scale, we just might need the same "Mommy, Mom, Mommy," tactic.