Whales

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Whales. What can I say about whales? I’ve seen them blow geysers of hot water on the coast of Canada and Norway. Great innocent beings with small brains living in peace, but for man. So much meat and fat; have you ever tasted whale meat, it is dark and tender but it has to be soaked overnight in vinegar or it will taste like cod liver oil. In the old days its fat made liquid was good to lit lamps. We have got electricity now, so if you want a steak kill a cow, they are plentiful, mind they are innocent too, graze and do not know they are targeted to end up as burgers. The whales have a complex language marine biologists say I don’t think it is hard at all, they are saying in surprisingly feminine voice … where are you? I’m here two miles away from you and watch out for boats, with propellers”. “Ok, thank you” Sven Foyn, the whale murderer, nearly hunted them to extinction with his exploding harpoon gun, but thanks to a few nature lovers this cruel practice ended… Today there are many whales in the ocean sooner or later someone will say there are too many of them, we have to cull them and make a little money on the side. And unseen by us, but known by whales, a dark hulled ship with a captain Ahab onboard is still hunting for an illusory white whale.

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