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It's Thursday November the 9 around 2:21PM and

A Strongly Worded Letter to Those Protesting the Aquarium Expansion

I am sick and tired of protestors. I can understand there is those that need help because they can't speak up and I understand there are cases where cruelty has run rampant. What I don't understand is why some would believe that an Aquarium with a solid history would be a horrible place for an animal. I would get it if we never hear about people shooting bears, or boats killing whales or the continued rape of the ocean period.

But that happens anyways so god forbid there is a place where animals have around the clock medical care, fresh food, safety and security and most likely a really good pension plan, which for animals would mean not rotting away while seagulls pick at you.

Here's a letter to those opposed to the Aquarium expansion. Those that can't stomach the fact the majority of people want to see the plans come to fruition. Those that hate children and puppy's and the happiness of a complete stranger.

Dear Dirty Hippy,

I take my son to the aquarium about twice a month because he loves the dolphins and I love the ice cream and hot dogs at the concession stand. What is making you want to stop this bonding time and hundreds of thousands of other sets of children and fat parents from experiencing the marine life?

I am not an animal expert like you, though I have consumed enough animal to populate a large game farm, or huge petting zoo. I still can recognize when something is happy or not, which it's evident these Dolphins are pretty pumped to be alive. Otherwise I reckon they wouldn't listen to the trainers and might just try to eat them or at least destroy them. Understandably they are at the mercy of a bucket of fish they can't replenish, but they still wouldn't be so eeieeeiiii eieiiieiei'ing playful if all they wanted to do was die from the misery of captivity. Case in point Mr. Hussein who didn't take to captivity very well.

I can see the Amazon fish in the Amazon section being pissed off. They don't have very much room. But they have all the fish from Finding Nemo there and that right there should shut your soy holes when you battle something that enlightens children and puts a smile on their face. Maybe you have never seen the face of a child with MS feel for the first time they are enjoying something as much as every other kid around them because this is an experience of visuals, not touch. Of course I haven't either but I'm not trying to stop it from ever happening again.

I bet your children are the most miserable pukes on the planet, children that understand what disappointment actually tastes like...it must taste like plain soygurt.

Regards,
Luke McCullum