nationalpost:

The hunters become the hunted: Indian state sanctions shooting animal poachersA western Indian state has declared war on animal poaching by sanctioning its forest guards to shoot hunters on sight in an effort to curb rampant attacks against tigers, elephants and other wildlife.The government in Maharashtra says injuring or killing suspected poachers will no longer be considered a crime.According to the Wildlife Protection Society of India, 14 tigers have been killed by poachers in India so far this year — one more than for all of 2011. The tiger is considered endangered, with its habitat range shrinking more than 50 per cent in the last quarter-century and its numbers declining rapidly from the 5,000-7,000 estimated in the 1990s, according to the International Union for Conservation of Nature. (AP Photo/Corbett Tiger Reserve)

The hunters become the hunted: Indian state sanctions shooting animal poachers
A western Indian state has declared war on animal poaching by sanctioning its forest guards to shoot hunters on sight in an effort to curb rampant attacks against tigers, elephants and other wildlife.

The government in Maharashtra says injuring or killing suspected poachers will no longer be considered a crime.

According to the Wildlife Protection Society of India, 14 tigers have been killed by poachers in India so far this year — one more than for all of 2011. The tiger is considered endangered, with its habitat range shrinking more than 50 per cent in the last quarter-century and its numbers declining rapidly from the 5,000-7,000 estimated in the 1990s, according to the International Union for Conservation of Nature. (AP Photo/Corbett Tiger Reserve)

tastefullyoffensive:

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Dance helps, a little bit. But then I go home alone and fall apart. And dream about it. I can’t escape it.

I hate Maroon 5

And yet…this. 150fucking% this.

I’m at a pay phone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it’s all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember,
The people we used to be…
It’s even harder to picture,
That you’re not here next to me.

You say it’s too late to make it,
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down

I’ve wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise

If “Happy Ever Afters” did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick.

Oh, you turned your back on tomorrow
‘Cause you forgot yesterday.
I gave you my love to borrow,
But you just gave it away.

You can’t expect me to be fine,
I don’t expect you to care
I know I’ve said it before,
But all of our bridges burned down

[Wiz Khalifa]
Man, fuck that shit
I’ll be out spending all this money
While you’re sitting round wondering
Why it wasn’t you who came up from nothing,
Made it from the bottom
Now when you see me I’m stunting,
And all of my cars start with a push of a button

Telling me the chances I blew up
Or whatever you call it,
Switch the number to my phone
So you never could call it,
Don’t need my name on my show,
You can tell it I’m ballin.

Swish, what a shame could have got picked
Had a really good game but you missed your last shot
So you talk about who you see at the top
Or what you could have saw but sad to say it’s over for.
Phantom pulled up valet open doors
Wiz like go away, got what you was looking for
Now it’s me who they want, so you can go and take
that little piece of shit with you.

I’m at a pay phone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone, baby it’s all wrong
Where are the plans we made for two?

If “Happy Ever Afters” did exist,
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairy tales are full of shit
One more fucking love song, I’ll be sick.

Battle wounds.

Hahaha…I crack myself up.

Battle On

Loving Battle of the Dance. Loving every freakin’ minute. I work with a whole big group of burnt out, injured Irish dancers who are ready to move on, and I just don’t care. I’m having a blast. Even when I’m having total meltdowns over how crazy freaking hard this choreography is and I’m waiting in the wings to go onstage thinking “I CAN’T DO THIS, I CAN’T DO THIS…” It’s so amazing.

The Spanish dancers, most of whom are directly from Spain and are VERY European with VERY European attitudes are HILARIOUS. It is priceless to watch them warm up or stretch down mostly naked. I’m reminded how beautiful the female body can really be - a good reminder since I hate my own weirdly proportioned mess so much.

I’ve been calling my mom after almost every show. Which is just WEIRD. I don’t talk to my mom, like, ever. A phone call every few weeks is about as much as we chat. But I’ve been on such a performer’s high at the end of every show and just needed someone to care, and of the only other two people I could actually call every night after a show, one best friend is in New York so it’s the middle of the night there when I’m out and the other best friend is in Afghanistan…and that’s when it hit me last night after the show that all I ever wanted to do was call him at the end of every show. I want to call him and tell him how it went, and have him listen and tell me he’ll be waiting for me when I get home with a hot bath and a glass of wine like he used to. Even when things got bad, when I was in a good mood, he was okay. When I was in a less than perfectly good mood, he was a train wreck. But when I was on a performer’s high like that, he thrived, and we were good for at least a few minutes. He really did do that - run me hot epsom salt baths and have my book and wine waiting by the bath - up until the very end…it’s just by the very end he’d be waiting for me with weed on his breath, liquor in his eyes, anger in his heart, and self-loathing in his soul. I realized last night that it just doesn’t matter, I still miss it. I know I’ll never have that again. As selfish as he was, the few selfless moments were so profound; nobody else does that.