The Mia Foundation.



"Mia - proud of her bottom"
Following on from my previous article regarding the admirable work of the Furry Friends Animal Rescue centre - based here in the United Kingdom. It is only fair to promote a similar pure hearted group from a nation which rarely receives due credit; in relation to the love and compassion they have for domesticated animals with disabilities. I refer to the United States of America, and in this instance, a centre based in Rochester, New York – known as the Mia Foundation.

Essentially, The Mia Foundation began a little over three years ago, after the summertime birth of Mia (pictured), a beautiful little Chihuahua suggested for euthanasia; due to her birth defect of a cleft palette. Her mummy felt otherwise, and even though it was suggested caring for Mia would come with all kinds of responsibility, the love of her guardian was too strong, and Mia found her loving forever home here on Earth. 

Mia carried many health issues; even needing tube feeding five times daily. But her spirit illuminated, and – like most dogs, lived life with every ounce of passion her beating heart allowed. Her photogenic face, warm personality, and general giver of all things positive drew people to her, and she made everybody she met smile as she always did. Sadly, Mia passed away during the Easter of 2012; a couple of months shy of her 2nd birthday. For all her energy and vigour, the issues of her body were just too much to survive. However, in her lifetime, she was unconditionally loved. And it was Mia's love which helped her mummy realise, how special animals born with birth defects truly are.

Over the past few years, the Mia Foundation has existed to help aid sick and poorly animals carrying all kind of defects. From re-homing, funding surgery, to all forms of care and attention, they have extended the lives of many saved creatures, who would never have had a chance at life and love otherwise. It doesn’t matter how sick they are, the Foundation does whatever it takes, to allow these wonderful gifts of nature, as much care and love as they can give.


"One of their many beauties!"
It is heartbreaking to see the suffering, but also incredibly fulfilling to read the consistent success stories updated in their Facebook page; which, if you are an animal lover - and I assume you are, I suggest you 'like'. Their army of over 20,000 followers are as much a part of the Foundation as the organisers; proving that, when shared, love is doubled each time. To know this all started with a pure-hearted Chihuahua who - while her time here was short, the love she gave will last a long time in the memories of many, shows the true reality of the power within an animals heart…

There are of course millions of animal lovers, across all nations, from all walks of life on Earth. Animals are not bothered about the political group you support, colour of the skin you live in, size of your waist and wallet, and especially how able bodied you are. All that matters to them is the love in your heart, and goodness in your soul. This is a similar trait found in all animal lovers; maybe it is the purity of souls like Mia, which teach us these values - or at the very least, allow them to develop.  

Support the Mia Foundation if possible; whether through fostering, helping to deliver an animal to a new home, or simply funding the causes they champion with such verve.They are run on nothing more than love and donations, and would appreciate all the help offered. The poor little creatures they save have so much love to give, and in my view, deserve every chance at a rich and full life; we are lucky to have foundations like Mia in this world, and to have had miracles like Mia, too.

Offical Facebook Page: Love For Mia - Cleft Palate Chihuahua 


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Tommy and the Furry Friends Animal Rescue.




"Tommy"
My collection of Facebook ‘like’ pages is minimal. Beyond a few book, bands, movies, and historical figures I click here and there, I tend to avoid them; as either pointless, moronic, created by a 12-year-old, or in some cases, all three. I also prefer a news feed devoid of traffic overload. Of course, facebook pages are much like human beings, and while many idiots exist, there are far more useful, positive, and wonderful ones around. And it is one of the few pages I 'like' I want to promote, as it is by far the most heartwarming page I have ever seen…

FurryFriends AnimalRescue is a non-profit, non-destruct animal shelter, set up at a home in Surrey, England, in 1999. Their main aim is to take in the vast majority of domestic and exotic lost creatures, which struggle to find forever homes; mainly due to deformity or illness. Being a small home environment, they do their best to maintain each and every souls well-being. And even if it becomes apparent a creature cannot get along there, adequate care is provided to seek alternative places to live. Essentially, they are extending many lives, which otherwise would never have escaped death row. You may call them angels, saints, or just downright good pure hearted human beings - either way, their contribution to this world is unprecedented.

Of course, a selection of the animals remain here for life; I can imagine they are easy to fall in love with. One of the stars of their life-saving show is Tommy (pictured above) – an unwanted Pomeranian from Ireland with deformed back-legs, left to rot in a pound where no man - or dog, should have to live. I cannot go a day without a photo or update from his personal Facebook page (he is quite the charismatic superstar), showing him nomming on some obscure item, making a light-hearted joke about his buddies, or just generally showing off in his incredibly devilish and handsome way. A super-cool dude who otherwise would have gone to doggy heaven far too soon, is now living a prosperous life surrounded by loving humans and pure hearted animals – also saved from the same fate. In many ways, he is one of the richest souls alive; maybe he was a saint in previous life, and is cashing in his well-earned good karma receipts. 


"Gordon the Tortoise"
And yet Tommy is one of many animals loaded in love and personality, saved by FurryFriends. Over the past year I have been amazed by their constant appeals to re-home all sorts of animals, in a relentless passion impossible to fake. And after seeing their recent addition to the forever home gang of Gordon the Tortoise; a poor fella who lost both a front and back leg, there was no doubt the people who run this shelter are ordinary people achieving the extraordinary, on a daily basis. 

I imagine there are many shelters like this in the world, and if you can help any animal in any way, please do. They are such innocent and loving souls – dogs especially, and honest in a manner us humans often lack or struggle with. If you can, please join Tommy’s personal page, and FurryFriends too, and show your support! :-)

The love of Tommy’s human parents gave him life, and his hilarious and often adorable antics make me smile every day. This article is not just to promote them, but to also salute those who created and run this shelter; it restores my faith in humanity on a daily basis. And continues to remind me how a world without animals is not even worth thinking about, and a world with updates involving Tommy, Gordon, and the rest of the gang, is a form of heaven in it's own right...
   
FurryFriendsAnimalRescue 
Tommy's Facebook Page 
FurryFriendsAnimalRescue Facebook Page 

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Grand Theft Automorality.


"Time to do some Colindale mugging"

In the 1950’s and 60's, middle-America’s God fearing republican arm believed comic-books were a negative, destructive influence upon the young. They assumed reading them would make the kids – beside corrupted by cynical morality, attempt to recreate the impossible in real life; Batman's ability to fight ten men at once, Superman’s gift in convincing others he was Clark Kent by putting on black-rimmed geek glasses, and all variations of this deeply understated form of artistic expression. In their view, comic’s made Jesus cry - and belonged in hell.

Of course, history proves these fears as total bollocks; little Johnny from Arkansas never died falling off a roof trying to shoot webs, Kevin Arnold and his brother neglected night time sprees as caped crusaders, and there are zero stories of bald men in wheelchairs creating a group of freaks, in order to protect Earth from Malcolm X. Comic books were no threat to the minds of the young; something movies, punk and metal music, Keith Harris and Orville, and now video games have all been accused of at varying points in history. It is the latter of these I wish to address because in my view, they are no different from comic books; in terms of threat to civilisation.

Last night, Great Britain saw the release of Grand Theft Auto 5; the ultra-violent and immensely profitable video game, in which you control a character whose mission it is to complete a whole host of fucked-up, amoral actions shy of rape and paedophilia; and that's only because the makers draw a line for marketing purposes. The Japanese, on the other hand… Anyhow, with the usual midnight release surrounding all things popular – and the uber-virgin types who queue up to buy them, a story hit the national news about a young fella mugged of his midnight copy; after buying the game at my local ASDA. Thankfully he was okay, and the kids – one 16, the other two 18, were arrested. And even though this is an isolated case in a rough part of London, the self-righteous media were - as usual, blaming the influence of this video game as the reason behind the robbery. This – in my view, is bullshit. 

The media like to suggest the corruption of video games is universal, and works as such. Groups of innocent, highly moral children are quietly sitting at home; reading the Bible and making heart shaped cards, as they discus which flavour soup to cook for the local homeless that evening. As soon as the backs of their well meaning Mummy and Daddy are turned, the devil storms in and literally shoots a copy of GTA5 out of his arse into the X-Box they never play, forces joypads into their hands and shouts “play this you cunts, or i'll eat your fucking souls!” An hour later, once innocent eyes have now shot wide-open; wanting to rape women, mug grannies, pillage post offices, and piss in the soup for the homeless. 

"I read comics, I am a danger"
This is how media presents the influence of video games. In reality, these kids don’t need art to become morally corrupt, their parents and environment have done a perfectly good job already. The area this mugging occurred was between Colindale and Kingsbury; two derelict shit-holes of North-West London. To those unaware of this part of the capital, it is an area loaded in mass-immigration, unemployment, broken-homes, bad–education, and in truth, a major level of ignorance; the majority from those who live in these areas. It’s a hostile environment, as I can imagine Mogadishu or Nairobi to be; and I doubt too many comic books and PS3’s are sold over there. 

Art presents reality as an obvious form of fiction; the reader, viewers and players remain fully aware none of it is real. I don’t care how impressive the graphics are or how real the actions seem, human beings are not morons to a degree they believe drug dealing, stealing cars, and hitting old ladies with stolen baseball bats are enjoyable pastimes. There is no real feeling or hurt attached - it is fake; people know this, which is why they can do it. I am sure computer chips and comic book pages do not feel pain.

The media which judged them - on the other hand, presents fiction as a chaotic form of reality. They take negative events of a world that doesn’t even exist, talk about them over and over until the notion becomes reality, then steps back, and blames anything else they can for creating this mess – art being one of the major accusers; along with Muslims and the poor - albeit in a subtle manner. Surely it is more destructive for impressionable kids to be told the world is fucked, and everybody is a heartless cunt – so be a wanker to them all, through sources of supposed “news”, than spending a few hours pretending to be Tony Montana in a video game; knowing full well none of it is real. Besides all this, take the nutcases of history, and what inspired them to commit evil; Charles Manson believed Beatles songs were calls to Armageddon. I don't know any example of evil committed solely because of a video game.

In the world of fiction, art and entertainment creates psychos. In reality, neglectful, selfish parenting, irresponsible societies, insecurity, delusional mindsets and an ignorant, hate-fuelled media of dirty ambition conspires to fuck these people up. Is it right that a game in which you portray a scumbag is so popular in society? Maybe, maybe not. And as much as I understand parents who keep GTA5 from their children; I’d rather the masses were living out their fantasies in the comfort of fiction, then the uncertainty of reality…

Lee.

Realities Of Success.


"Note: neither arrow is broken"

Every published author can recall every reaction, when telling others about their latest work. The majority are positive, yet fail in asking a follow up question. Some enquire about the work’s title and content, and a rare few will guarantee you have a sale in them; when only half of those end up making a purchase. 

There is one statement the majority of authors hear often which - while hardships of self-promotion strengthen humility, come across as slightly annoying and ridiculous. While the ego in us hopes for an excited reaction to how amazing we are, and the humility desires to be told our work is a beacon of inspiration, the number one reply when telling others we are a published author, is never about us at all, but the listeners ego… “That’s great. I want to write a book too!”

As a craft, writing – that is professional writing; not simply throwing a bunch of words together, is a challenging, time consuming, and difficult process; requiring steely determination, dedication, and even sprinklings of delusion to carry us up next rung of our ladder. In other words, it is extremely fucking hard. Without the guarantee of financial contracts, sales figures, and reader sums, writers have to – as most active dreamers do, keep writing, editing, hustling, writing, editing, hustling, until a solitary brick becomes part of an indestructible castle. This can take years, even decades, and requires a hard-head, thick skin, and the ability to nurture the ability you have. In other words, as a craft - and much like life, you have to respect it, but not fear it; in order to get good at it.

The book writing process itself is the easy part; much like the first six miles of a marathon, or the initial 100 pieces of a 10,000 piece jigsaw puzzle; the assumption that simply writing a book and selling it to the world with global or even national success, is a myth born from inexperience and ignorance. Nobody in history just created a piece of work, exposed it to the world, and suddenly every dream came true. Decca rejected The Beatles, Van Gogh barely sold a painting in his lifetime, and a young Agatha Christie received a stack of rejections, before going on to become the second-higher selling British writer in history; beaten only by the mighty William Shakespeare.

And yet, all these artists understood that the creation of the work was a small step, of a much larger staircase to climb. Rejection is a part of life; once you get used to it, there is no longer any fear of it. Besides this, writers are a compassionate bunch. They promote one another, network, advise, and encourage. They are also the only people who understand the difficulties faced in a profession driven by subjection and desire. It takes courage to expose yourself so openly in an artistic manner – on any form. Once the work is out there, the public are free to speak as many ills about it as they are commendations, or the very worst reaction, indifference; everyone receives all three.

The successful writers in our world never walked a couple of short steps into the wealth, admiration, and glory sought by all forms of dreamers alike. They lived and breathed a goal until they hit that point. Sure, timing and a fortune played their hand – as they always do. But the years of solid labour, set-backs, and frustrations are rarely seen or noted outside of the professions they work within. As a wise man once said; it takes a lifetime to become an overnight success.

Writing a book is the easy part. Writing the realities of success is a whole other animal; one we still try our hardest to feed, tame, understand, and domesticate to the best of our abilities. Of course, regardless of success or the feeling of failure, there is one underlying factor which connects all dreamers; we try. And trying is not failing, failing is not trying...

Lee.