the fact of the matter is

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Since the release of Blackfish, a documentary which chronicled the troubled life of the orca Tilikum (above), in 2013, the percentage of Americans opposed to cetacean captivity has risen to 50% (up 11% from a 2012 poll). SeaWorld’s attendance has dropped 13% in the first quarter of 2014, with earnings down 11%.  The Blackstone Group, which purchased SeaWorld in 2009, reduced their holdings of SeaWorld’s stock to 25%.  The National Aquarium in Baltimore is now considering ending their practice of displaying dolphins and retiring their animals to a sea pen.  The ‘Blackfish effect’ has changed so many lives, but what about its star, Tilikum?

After a year of costly PR campaigns, YouTube videos and commercials touting their exceptional animal care, Tilikum and the other orcas at SeaWorld’s parks haven’t seen any real improvement in their lives.  Their tanks haven’t been expanded, broken family bonds have not been repaired and Tilikum the deadly 12,000 pound bull orca is still floating like a cork in the dank pool that made him famous.  After a year of protests, reduced turnstile clicks and constant attacks on their social media platforms, SeaWorld still hasn’t gotten the message and Tilikum, the one being whose existence should have felt the biggest impact from the Blackfish effect, remains untouched by its message.

SeaWorld is never going to volunteer to do the right thing by Tilikum or any of their 28 other whales, it’s up to us to #emptythetanks.

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Promises


We promise pretty things and we pledge with diamond rings.
We profess undying love but does that word hold any weight when we reserve the right to break any vow that draws our blood?

Our word is so faint and feeble, broken by the slightest breeze or breath.
Our hearts are so deceitful, sick and filled with lies that lead to death.

We are cowards and thieves.
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?

we get down on one knee, we play at chivalry, but we do not count the cost. We say, “On Me you can depend” and “I will be there ‘till the end” though we will not bear the cross.

Our word is so faint and feeble, broken by the slightest breeze or breath.
Our hearts are, they’re so deceitful, sick and filled with lies that lead to death.


Cowards and thieves will we never turn to grieve the damage done, never see, never quake with rage at what we have become.

— Thrice

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