Sunday Song Lyric:
The other big ballot proposition news from California this year was the passage of Proposition 2, requiring more humane confinement conditions for farm animals, particularly chickens, pregnant pigs, and calves raised for veal. The full impact of the measure is a bit unclear, but could be quite significant, and not just for chickens.
One VC reader suggests a song lyric in honor of Prop 2's passage: "Animals" by Talking Heads. It's a great choice -- a characteristically quirky David Byrne composition from Fear of Music, one of the Heads' pre-Stop Making Sense, Eno-produced albums. Here's a taste:
They’re never there when you need themThe full lyrics are here.
They never come when you call them
They’re never there when you need them
They never come when you call them down down down down.
I know the animals . . . are laughing at us
They don’t even know . . . what a joke is
I won’t follow . . . animal’s advice
I don’t care . . . if they’re laughing at us.
I see the states, across this big nation
I see the laws made in Washington, D.C.
I think of the ones I consider my favorites
I think of the people that are working for me
Some civil servants are just like my loved ones
They work so hard and they try to be strong
I'm a lucky guy to live in my building
They own the buildings to help them along
So we have that going for us. Which is nice.
Was takin' the air,
Locked up the barnyard
With the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse
Somethin' stirred
When he shouted "Who's there?"
This is what he heard:
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sleep,
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
With your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around
And shakin' the ground,
You're kickin' up an awful dust
We chicken's tryin' to sleep
And you butt in
And hobble, hobble hobble hobble
It's a sin
Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble off and
Hit the hay
Tomorrow
Is a busy day
We got things to do
We got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig
And worms to scratch
It takes a lot of settin'
Gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself,
And stop your fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun,
The other way
And hobble, hobble hobble of and
Hit the hay
"Hey boss man
What do ya say?"
It's easy pickens,
Ain't nobody here but us chickens
Not the incredibly expensive, narrowly-passed Prop 1A?
As for the leg-room-for-chickens prop, I think it's rather silly and will no doubt be harmful to California industry. As much as I love my two pugs, and as much as I know they love me, at the end of the day "animal rights" is an oxymoron. We don't have rights because we feel, we have rights because we think. Because we are capable of understanding and respecting not just "mine", but also "yours". Regardless of your personal scruples about animal cruelty (and I assure you I probably share them), from a libertarian perspective animals must be treated as property.
I like something Penn Jillette pointed out once (he was no doubt not the first): If animals did have rights, they'd all be in prison!
Really? So a retarded person has less of a claim to rights than a smart person? And a person with severe brain damage, presumably, has no claim at all? Do fetuses think? What about newborns?
I would say you are 180 degrees off the mark. I agree with Jeremy Bentham: “The question is not, Can they reason? nor, Can they talk? but, Can they suffer?”
Who was trained not to spit in the fan,
Who was told what to do by the man,
Who was broken by trained personnel,
Who was fitted with collar and chain,
Who was given a pat on the back,
Who was breaking away from the pack,
Who was only a stranger at home,
Who was ground down in the end,
Who was found dead on the phone,
Who was dragged down by the stone,
Who was dragged down by the stone.
The citizens of California are sovereign, and can pass any law that is constitutional. If a requisite majority of the voters believe that farm animals are entitled to leg room, and if such a law is constitutional, the requisite majority of the voters are entitled to have their way.
Then, opponents of mandatory leg room for animals are entitled to put up a repeal initiative on the ballot and attempt to convince a requisite majority of the voters to vote to repeal. Welcome to democracy. Get used to it. California is a constitutional democracy, not a libertocracy.
As for rights: religious people believe, as JFK said in his inaugural, "the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state, but from the hand of God." This makes great oratory, but in reality, rights exist because we declare and agree that they exist. Numerous Supreme Court cases declared rights into existence. Legislation can declare rights into or out of existence. So can ballot initiatives in states such as California that have them. As a result of Prop 2, California farm animals now have leg room rights. Get used to it.
(What is the law)
No spill blood
What is the law
(No spill blood)
(Who makes the rules)
Someone else
Who makes the rules
(Someone else)
The rules are written in the stone
Break the rules and you get no bones
All you get is ridicule, laughter
And a trip to the house of pain!