I realise that my blog is all about things I hate, it makes a sick kind of sense to have a place where I can keep all my bile but what you may not know is that I possess the ability to have respect for things, which if you have read any of my previous blogs you have reasonable cause to doubt. I was flicking through buzzfeed and saw a photo that didn't move me as such, there was an emotional reaction but it wasn't pity or sadness, it wasn't sympathy or empathy, it was simply "FUCK! THAT'S TOTALLY BADASS! THAT POOCH IS MORE OF A BADASS THAN MIGHTY THOR AND MR. T COMBINED!!" It's just a case of being so impressed by the heroism of animals that surely can't even fathom the slightest idea of what the word itself represents. Reading about some of these animals makes me question what the word "hero" even means, is it just another word for duty? All of these animals were doing what they must have considered their duty, all of them did it to the point where they, themselves, were nearly or actually killed in the process. Life must be important to animals because you can see that they understand what danger is, which means they must understand on a basic level that they are alive and it sure would suck to be not so alive anymore. Yet they throw themselves into harms way regardless. That's what makes them BADASS.
So here's my salute to the top 6 beasts that simply gave the finger to bad things and were all like "fuck you, bad things! I'm going to spin around in a circle for a bit and then shit all over your parade!"
6: Zoey the super-hench baby-saving Chihuahua
It's like the mind teaser about a sack of grain, a chicken and a fox. You've got a boat, can only fit one in the boat and you need to get all of them to the other side. The fox will eat the chicken and the chicken will eat the grain. Only in this situation you've got a 1 year old child, a chihuhua and a rattlesnake. On top of that there's no boat and the rattlesnake's all like "FUCK YOU, CHILD! I'M GONNA BITE YO' FACE!"
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Grrr, I'm totes evil etc. |
99% of the time, given the same situation, something tragic happens. Rattlesnake bites child, child dies, parents mourn. However, this time, in sunny Northern Colorado, Zoey the Chihuahua was having precisely none of it. Zoey leapt heroically in front of the child as the villainous reptilian was fixing to strike and took the, highly venomous, rattlesnake bite like an uber-boss. In my head she lay on the ground dying, flipping the cowardly bastard snake off as she slowly slipped into the blackness.
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You suuuuuuuuck, snaaaaaaake. |
And so Zoey died... Wait... What?! Zoey pulled through and is now prancing and barrelling around like a mental? Every joyful leap seeming to echo statements like "FUCK YOU, SNAKE!" and "IWINIWINIWIN!" Wonder what ever happened to the snake? Well the grandfather of the child curb stomped the fucker and now keeps its skin as a trophy.
Nature 1-0 Nature
FLAWLESS VICTORY!
5: The 3 Anti-Paedophile Lions of Ethiopia
A horrible and gut wrenching story that has become one in a sea of human rights atrocities that seem to be an African pandemic, it's not exclusive to Africa but there does seem to be a monopoly. 3 men kidnapped, abused and probably did other unspeakable things (unfounded but they're definitely a bunch of cunts and I wouldn't be surprised) to a 12 YEAR OLD GIRL before attempting to force the girl to marry one of them.
NOPE! Ain't happening according to 3 unnamed lions! One moment a horrible human rights atrocity is about to happen, the next moment the girl is found being guarded by 3 super hardcore lions, flexing and growling and giving the evil "I'm gon' fuckin' eat you" eye to anyone who came near. The thing that makes this so miraculous is that, firstly, child abduction stories never really end well, this is definitely one a billion, and secondly, LIONS EAT PEOPLE! They're big muscly cat bastards with hench manes and raptor-like claws. It would have been more likely for the lions to see the 3 men abusing the poor girl, attack them, maul them to shit and then eat the fuck out of the girl. This time, they decided to protect the girl from 3 paedophiles.
Well done, lions, well done.
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Perez Hilton made this... He is accurate. |
4: Cher Ami, Le Pigeon avec BALLS
Ever watch Stop The Pigeon as a child? You know, the program where Dick Dastardly moonlights as a Red Baron rip off? No? Well it's all about a brave carrier pigeon that avoids the clumsy attacks of Germany's best even though everyone had American accents. I may be remembering it wrong but all I remember from childhood viewings of the show is that it was deeply confused in its message.
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What? Create planes that can eat pigeons... What are you trying to say? Also I question the physics here. |
During World War I carrier pigeons were used to great effect and were the unsung heroes of the war. All unsung apart from Cher Ami, a pigeon of British origin with a French name who was trained by the Americans. Many pigeons succeeded and many pigeons failed but Cher Ami was special because she managed to do both, saving 194 people in the process. Her mission had initially been a success, one way at least, but upon returning she was spotted and fired upon relentlessly. She was felled. German soldiers had shot Cher Ami (French for Dear Friend) through the breast, on top of that she had been blinded in one eye and she was covered in blood, possibly from the bullet in the chest or maybe from the leg that was only attached by a single tendon. I don't know about you but I reckon that list of injuries is enough to justify anyone calling it a day and hopping towards the light.
"Fuck Zis!" I like to imagine the pigeon thought, even though she wasn't actually French, "I've got a job to do! Those pussies can't shoot for shit!" At which she got back up and flew, bloody and broken, back home. She delivered the message and saved 194 people, at which point she cooed her last breath and...
What?! This one lived too? That's just implausible! Yep, that's right, surgeons (plural) battled to save the life of the pigeon... Which they did, even fashioning a small wooden leg to replace the one that got obliterated. Cher Ami returned to America and received a bundle of medals including the Croix de Guere. She died from her injuries but that was not the end of her journey, there was one more trip for her... To a taxidermist! She can now be found, standing proud on one leg, in the Smithsonian!
3: Togo, Hero Sled Dog
The story is widely known as the "1925 Serum Run to Nome" and other places are where you can get most of the details about that. To dumb it down to its most base elements, some idiots lived somewhere too cold for normal people to live and all suddenly got diphtheria, probably not their fault but it probably would have been smart to live a bit nearer to civilization and, I don't know, a doctor. Let's just assume these people were doing crucial research in the field of... Snow and therefore HAD to live here, that makes the whole situation sound a bit more worthy of your sympathy. I don't actually know, I dislike doing research, but that's what the imagination is for, huh? A relay was set up with sled dogs to deliver the serum to these people, a truly heroic mission that would be taken up, mostly, by a man called Leonhard Seppala, a man who looks so grizzled and badass that I feel like I've just been throat-punched by his grainy, black and white, wiki pic.
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Looks somewhat like the Illusive Man from Mass Effect. |
The freight dog Balto became the hero of the mission in the eyes of the LAZY ASS PRESS who only gave credit to the dog who'd completed the last 55 miles. Yes it was -35 C and yes the wind could strip your face clean off your skull but Togo made a round trip of 365 miles, crossing Norton Sound, dealing with ridiculous blizzards where visibility was ZERO and Togo navigated through and he kept all the rest of the dogs and his owner, as well as hundreds of Nomenites, from certain death. Togo was the lead dog, it was his responsibility, it didn't matter if it was -40 C and it didn't matter if the wind was blowing him off his feet. Togo knew he had to man the fuck up for the sake of the mission, so that's what he did. He manned the fuck up... Old school!
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Nothing more old school than piggy backs, yo! |
The Nomenites got their serum in the end but what of Togo? Well, he di... Seriously? He survived too?! Shit snacks! That's a hefty-ass beast and no mistaking! Togo survived for another 4 years before he was euthanised. However, before that and directly after the mission, he got off leash and chased reindeer for a couple of hours... The 365 mile round trip had only heightened his need to CHASE THE FUCK OUT OF SOME REINDEER! This needs to be put into context, Togo wasn't young, he'd been lead dog for 7 years by this point but even after traipsing through the maw of the frozen, beating heart, of Hell he still thought "w00t I'ma be all over these damn antler horses! Come back here Rudolph, I wanna nibble at your hoof dealies!" When he returned he was recognised for his achievement and became somewhat of a celebrity, even showing up in a Lucky Strike commercial (smoking was both cool and good for you back then.) The team, led by Togo, competed in several sled dog races, utterly trouncing the locals to a point that when they referred to the competition in a later conversation over fresh cups of tea and piping hot Narwhal blubber, they could air quote and say "competition."
After Togo (who was named after a Japanese admiral, by the way,) died his skin was custom mounted and put in the Iditarod HQ museum and his skeleton is in the Yale University collection. A truly exceptional dog.
2: Sergeant Reckless the War Horse
What? Oh yes, that's right, the most amazingly badass name you'll ever hear. It would fit as the name of a rock band too, it just works that well. Regardless of totally badass name, Sergeant Reckless, a mare of Mongolian horse breeding with an insatiable appetite for just about everything (though she was restricted to only 2 bottles of Coke per day) earned those stripes by being a gutsy old battle-axe.
Her job was to carry recoilless rounds, between 4-8 a trip, each weighing 24 pounds, which for normal people is about 11 kg. So that's between 44 and 88 kg per trip! Her most notable accomplishment was at the battle of Panmunjom-Vegas (did I mention that this was the Korean war? I'm proper good at story telling, I am,) in which she carried a total of over 9,000 pounds (over 4 tons) over a distance of 35 miles in a single day. All of this was whilst under heavy fire, all whilst having the ring of gun fire in your ears, all whilst avoiding barbed wire and mines, in fact she suffered 2 shrapnel wounds, the first above her eye and the second in her left flank. She soldiered on like a freakin' tank, if anything I like to think that the sight of her own blood only made her mad and turn green like an equine Incredible Hulk. To put this into context, we are pretty sturdy, tough and determined creatures, we rocketed to the top of the food chain and we clung on and never let go but I bet you that even Hulk Hogan hates carrying shopping in from the car when it's raining, I bet that Arnie would be rather annoyed at having to help someone carry a sofa across a busy street and I bet you that Jackie Chan hates carrying hand luggage around a busy airport. Sergeant Reckless, 4 tons, 35 miles, no rain, no street, no busy airport, a fucking full on shit-storm of bullets, shrapnel, barbed wire, land mines and hot flying death. To even compare the examples, Arnie would have had to be hit by a truck and Hulk Hogan would have had to accidentally prick his finger on a pineapple. For these heroics she was promoted to corporal and rightly so!
It cannot be underestimated how much the horse helped morale. I know if I was stuck in the Korean war being quipped at by Alan Alda all day while he stitched up my liver that I'd love a horse that ate all my food, helmet linings and its own horse blanket, I'd love a horse that slept next to the majors camp fire because it was the warmest place around, I'd love a horse that upon being reluctantly let on to a ship that had been given a prize for "cleanest ship" 2 years running INSTANTLY HURLS EVERYWHERE! Sergeant Reckless the War Horse was a character and she was promoted to sergeant several years after the war finished. She also received more medals than I've ever seen in real life, including 2 purple hearts for the wounds she received, a Marine Corps Good Conduct Medal for eating everyone's shit and a lot of other fancy medals that governments give out for extreme horse bravery.
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and a statue! |
She died, aged 19, after developing arthritis and, ironically, falling onto a barbed wire fence. Sergeant Reckless was the kind of animal who worked hard, played hard, saved several hundred lives, inadvertently ended several hundred (not on her side though, so it's ok) and ate ALL OF THE THINGS.
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SUPER AWESOME FAN ART! |
1: Zanjeer, Bomb-Sniffing Super-Dog
In a country where life is cheap, meaning that the cost of killing everyone must be sky-high, one dog decided to cock his leg at the chequebook of terrorism. Zanjeer was a simple detection dog, a Labrador retriever who served under the wing of the Mumbai police. As with many of the animals in the list there was a single defining moment in the life of Zanjeer that catapulted him into the status of "hero-animal" but in the case of Zanjeer even before that moment happened in 1993 he could have already been considered to be, at the very least, an exceptional detection dog who had already saved several hundred and maybe even thousands of potential lives. Before the events in 1993 he had already found 11 military bombs, 57 country-made bombs, 175 petrol bombs and 600 detonators.
On Friday the 12th of March in 1993 13 bomb explosions ripped through Mumbai (then Bombay) killing a total of 350 and injuring over 1200. A series of terrorist acts perpetrated by the nefarious leaders of India's underworld, headed by a mob boss and carried out by smugglers and Pakistani double agents (allegedly,) essentially a dream team of stereotypical evil doers, all of which would not be out of place with an assortment of moustaches previously owned by Dick Dastardly and/or Hitler. A right bunch of evil cunts essentially. I don't care what their agenda was, I don't care if they were fighting against injustice or anything (they probably weren't) nothing excuses terrorism. I hope they all died painfully and if they're still alive I hope they have terrible AIDS.
Zanjeer got his best sniffing boots on (completely metaphorical, India do not possess the technology to efficiently produce sniffing boots for dogs in all districts,) strapped on a "can do" attitude and got to work. There were no airs or graces about Zanjeer, at least there were none that made it to any report of the dog. His wikipedia entry is a fifth of the size of Sergeant Reckless or Cher Ami but even though he was never under the line of fire, he was always working against time and against impossible odds. If I were told that just under 20 bombs would go off in my district, potentially killing thousands, I'm not entirely sure how I'd react to that, I'm not sure I'd be able to cope with the pressure, I'm almost definite that I'd have to stop home before setting out to save the district to change my pants, trousers, socks and shoes. Zanjeer didn't really have to but he did his job and he did it better than anyone possibly could have under the circumstances. There's a lot to be said for simply being very good at your job.
On that fateful day Zanjeer found a scooter bomb that contained RDX explosives and gelatin sticks, he found 3 Type 56 rifles (Chinese AK-47s,) 5 9-mm pistols, and 200 grenades. Several days later he found suitcases that contained 9 Type 56 rifles. Now, it's not like Togo where there was a sickness and he had to deliver the cure, it's not like Cher Ami where the message had to be delivered so that the troops could march in the right direction. This isn't black and white. What Zanjeer did was, at the very least, stop 3 additional bomb explosions, saving potentially hundreds of lives but when you consider the number of assault rifles he made sure were found, the number of potential lives saved starts to get into silly numbers. Each grenade is designed to cause as much damage as possible with the potential to kill a dozen or so people in one go, multiply that by the 200 that Zanjeer found and you've get a lot fewer hurt, maimed, injured and dead innocents on your hands. I understand that the numbers could be far less but eliminating the threat of even 1 grenade or 1 gun is ensuring someone out there gets to keep on breathing, it's ensuring that someone out there gets to see their children, their wife, their husband, their friends, smile just one more time. It ensures precisely 1 less potential tragedy in a country that could definitely do without the heartache.
Zanjeer died from swelling in his paws and lungs. To pay adequate tribute to a dog that had saved so many people Zanjeer was given a full state funeral. An exemplar of the virtue of duty if ever there was one.
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Good boy, Zanjeer. Good boy. |