(Submitted by the author)
Some years ago, with the help of two equally concerned women, I ran a modest Great Dane rescue operation from my home. Ten dogs passed through my hands in one year. Each dog had its own history of abuse, or neglect. One dog in particular was so emaciated that every bone in his spine pushed though his skin from the base of his neck to the top of his tail. He couldn’t even be neutered until he gained weight. He was nearly fully grown, unruly, and wild.
Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and...
F. Scott Fitzgerald, USA
