The real question
The real question is: How much ad revenue did this "artist" collect?
This has all the hallmarks of a youtuber stunt done to collect revenue.
An artist was left spitting feathers after United Airlines told her she couldn't board a plane with her "emotional support" peacock. In a video published by travel site JetSet, the woman is seen wheeling her case across the departures hall in Newark airport, New Jersey, with the large bird perched atop her shoulder, as …
The 'revealing part' was in another article in the Independent:
Where 'Ventiko' is seen posing nude with said Peacock. So yes, she's using the usual nudity and controversy angle for self promotion.
Where 'Ventiko' is seen posing nude
Ughh... where is the bleach to remove some of the pics from my cerebral cortex.
There are two birds in them - one is pretty, the other one err... not so much. I am leaving the guess on which one is which as an "exercise to the reader".
By the way the Independent was trying to be stroppy about collecting its revenue share (don't we all love these [scam] artists). Looking at how much sh**** was in blocked by noscript + adblock they can f*** off.
...their science and tech is shamefully poor, all written by journalism grads who know nothing about anything technical....
It's funny that people who support the political opinions of a newspaper never complain about the 'Opinion' sections - even though the level of competence shown in such discussion is very low amongst ALL the major newspapers - both Left and Right,,,
Steady on, I for one didn't say I had no problem with the opinion pieces. I was merely replying in the context of technical articles.
I have plenty of problems with 'opinion' pieces, although usually with the Grauniad and the Telegraph, because they take themselves far too seriously.
but their science and tech is shamefully poor, all written by journalism grads who know nothing about anything technical
Even worse that Rory "All I need to learn about technology I learnt from reading Apple Press Releases" Cellan-Jones?
My missus tells me off for growling at the screen when he's on.
Yes - I am sure that this tale will expand alarmingly to reveal more detail
The more eyes on the subject, the better!
(PS: having stayed in a holiday cottage with peacocks and peahens all around the place, I can confirm that a) they wake up unfeasably early and b) they make a noise like a chicken being strangled which leads one to wonder if a peacock being throttled after it wakes you up at 5am makes the same noise..)
I can think of other 'emotional support' animals that would be equally disruptive
You missed a few:
e) Troupe of howler monkeys
f) Siberian Tiger (thorn in the paw is optional)
g) Grizzly bear that's just woken up from hibernation..
17 hours gets you halfway across the country?
If you can do that, you aren't taking a leisurely pace. Time to enter the 2904
As for the main story, while the airlines probably didn't surreptitiously sponsor this, they certainly are cheering on this story. Free-riding "emotional support animals" cost them time, effort and potential revenue. Last month's dog attack on Delta is giving all of the airlines an opportunity and excuse to tighten the rules.
And really, we all agree that the vast majority of "emotional support animals" are simply pets owned by self-centered people. They aren't in the same category of extensively trained service animals.
Back in the 1970s a youngster said he had driven Jo'burg to Cape Town in 12 hours***. Owing to the Arab petrol restrictions at the time - the maximum speed limit had been reduced to 50mph. He said the various local town traffic police never caught him because they were not expecting someone to fly past their stationary vehicles at that speed.
*** distance about 1200 miles - mostly on a pretty much dead straight road across a flat plateau with sparse populations.
I used to work near Scripps Ranch in San Diego, where there were a large number of peacocks. You could hear them sometimes in the parking lot, "Ar,AH!, Ar,AH!". I only live a few miles from there, and one day I saw a pea-hen on top of someone's car. The owners were trying to get it to come down. I guess it flew the ~10 miles from there (or maybe it was from the zoo, which is a little closer) and just landed on that car for no good reason, and just sat there. Those birds are HUGE.
I would second this.
I heard a tale of a peacock sold by one farmer to another neighbouring farm. Periodically the peacock would decide to "go home", and would set off across the fields.
It would be found, stuck in the same too-narrow gap in the same hedge every single time. It never learned not to enter tight holes in hedges, and it never remembered that that particular hedge was the problem.
Truly, peacocks are incredibly thick birds!
We had a large number of greenhouses behind our house, the peacocks from the house up the road would regularly walk along the guttering then fall through the glass and have to be chased out.
Throwing things at them doesn't work, they are too stupid. Any other bird sees the movement of your arm going back and takes flight. A peacock watches the stone go past it and looks at it as if to say "oh look, a stone". They also don't move for cars at all, until you're practically touching its head with the bumper.
Add the noise and why anyone thinks they're wrrth having is beyond me!
sit in the seat behind me and kick my seat back the entire journey
Had that all the way on a flight to Dubai (from the UK). Whole family (well - women and children) in the row behind me.
Husband was up in 1st class - apparently his family didn't deserve the same luxuries as him.
"[...] sit in the seat behind me and kick my seat back the entire journey"
My first commercial flight was 12 hours - in the long-gone days when everyone had a window seat on a 747. An emergency mission for the company - so I was travelling on the first eligible day allowed with my smallpox vaccination. Kid in the seat behind kept jabbing my sore arm.
"Husband was up in 1st class [...]"
Travelled back from Bristol by train on a very hot summer's Saturday in the 1990s. The express route to London was "reservations only" - so I was on a train that ambled along the scenic route of the South Coast. Felt like a 1950s time warp in old BR rolling stock with no air conditioning - occasionally stopping at picturesque towns.
It was pretty much full of folks in summer holiday gear - except for the woman covered head to toe in a black burka. She and her two children occupied three of the four seats round a table. The fourth seat was empty. Later in the journey I realised that the man sitting a few seats away was apparently her husband.
This gives me an idea. I should try to board a flight with my emotional support turkey. Then, when denied access, I can utter the inimitable words of Mr. Carlson. To wit, "As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly..."
* for my British cousins who might not know, "WKRP In Cincinatti" was a late 1970s sitcom about the amusing and bizarre life of a radio station and its staff. For context, here is the full episode
Some things were just never meant to fly
Peacocks can (not well though - about as well as yer average chicken) - I have a photo (taken on a loooong exposure) of them nesting on top of a 30-metre ruined wall. Top get there, they have to do a series of short flights upwards to get from the base of the walls (via lower bits of ruin) to get to the top.
I'm amazed at the audacity and sheer stupidity of some people.
It's a wild fucking animal - and a reasonably big one too.
Putting aside the obvious animal cruelty aspects - if that thing decided to attack other people in mid-air in a confined metal tube, it has the potential to do some serious harm.
Idiots... we're surrounded by idiots...
Sadly the fallout from this will hurt the people who actually need animals for support. Last time I was back in the UK I noticed a few places had signs on the disabled loos saying that not all disabilities are visible; the fact they're needed suggests that some disabled people have been on the receiving end of some horrible abuse.
"Sadly the fallout from this will hurt the people who actually need animals for support"
sorry, my compassion has been seared away by too many SJW types making B.S. claims (like emotional support peacocks). I say "put the animal in a kennel/crate as checked baggage" and be done with it. Or leave your animal at home. Or in a kennel/zoo/whatever or a friend that you've taken advantage of. whatever. NOT on the damn plane, please! NO exceptions.
/me points out that _CELEBRATING_ the lowest rung of society is bass-ackwards. We should be celebrating SUCCESS, not denegrating it. And we should be BERATING those at the bottom end who insist on inconveniencing the rest of us because "they have issues". JOKE 'em if they can't take a @#$%!!
Problem is, yhere's an actual federal law in the books concerning them, due to people going into true panics without their comfort pets. Serves as an out for airlines otherwise faced with a dilemma.
Thing is, it doesn't apply here because the law let's airlines set a few basic criteria which in this case weren't met.
The ADA only applies to service animals not emotional support animals. See Q3 of the FAQ. Simply asking if it is a service animal required because of a disability and then asking what work/task it has been trained to perform will weed out a good number of cheaters as somehow I don't think sitting on your shoulder like an oversize pirate's parrot counts as work. Having said that, there is no need to bring or show certifications for the service animal so businesses have to take your word on it.
Not the ADA in this case. The Air Carrier Access Act (1986) requires airlines to accommodate for emotional support animals (NOT covered under the ADA because they don't provide physical services). Thing is, you need a letter from a therapist stating the need for the animals AND you need to let the airline know ahead of time.
"due to people going into true panics without their comfort pets"
To such people I say:
a) your psychological issues are not MY fault, nor MY business. If you can't sit in your seat for xx hours without going into a panic, charter your own damn plane or STAY OFF of the ones I fly on.
b) My compassion was seared and burned away LONG ago by all of the bleeding heart and SJW types. I just dno't give a CRAP any more. You want to fly, LEARN NOT TO PANIC.
c) Celebrating and coddling the lowest rungs of society ONLY ENCOURAGES THEM to be EVEN WORSE, instead of DEMANDING that they IMPROVE.
yeah it's frustrating to be 'a regular person'.
"yeah it's frustrating to be 'a regular person'."
Trouble is, failing to accommodate snowflakes can have tragic consequences. They can break down, fly into rages, and go into rampages, taking innocent people with you (including YOU). Remember, most rampagers have or had "issues".
So forget your compassion. Consider your self-preservation instinct.
A simple comfort animal that is both effective and considerate to others has been around for hundreds of years. It's called a teddy bear.
Unfortunately, because teddy bears are ubiquitous, they don't shriek "Look at me! Look at me!" in the way that an increasing number of Internet-fueled, narcissistic self-promoters crave.
"Dam airline cigar tubes are turning into an animal menageirie."
well, a certain segment of globalists want 1st world countries to be reduced to the same level of mediocrity as 3rd world countries, so let's just put a few chicken crates and free-running pigs in the people compartment on every flight...
Back in 2005 I spent a few months in South America, and after thinking hard about gifts to take back for my brothers I opted for a machete each. I got back to Blighty on the day of the Tube bombing. A couple of weeks later, while the country was still on high alert, we had a family gathering, and I arranged to meet one of my brothers on an afternoon train from Victoria and travel down together. We were chatting on the train, and he told me that that very morning he had been randomly searched by the police while going into a Tube station, and had received a telling off for carrying a small penknife. But apparently they only operated searches until midday, so I had carried two 18-inch machetes in my rucksack across London without passing through any (visible) checkpoint.
I understand the point she was trying to make.
To be clear, we're not talking about a "service animal." We're talking about a pet. An "emotional support" animal is one where the owner has not even bothered to buy a counterfeit "service animal" vest from E-Bay.
These are the terrified dogs in the supermarket with their tails between their legs. These are the Shih-Tzus in purses in restaurants. They're frigging everywhere. And they don't want to be. Their owners are torturing them in the name of "emotional support."
It's disgusting, and the people doing it shouldn't be allowed to own animals.
(I know I cannot be the first to say this)
My preferred emotional support animal, when getting on a plane, is a really experienced, well trained, well paid, securely employed and happy, sober pilot.
Having Percy the Piglet Pal in the carry-on just doesn't inspire the same level of confidence.
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