A happy glitch, but a glitch I’m sure; otherwise I am weirded out. (Happy, but weirded out.)
Alberta aboriginal rock etchings defaced with drill, power washer, acid | Canada | News | National Post
The attack likely took place at night, to avoid being seen by nearby Hutterite farmers on whose property the rock sits, after being dropped there by a retreating glacier in the prehistoric past.
A power washer was apparently used to strip off the lichen to reveal the carvings and stained symbols. It appears acid was then sprayed to scorch off the painted images and destroy its value for date testing, Mr. Knowlton said.
A rock bore or hammer drill was used to repeatedly drill out the rock to obscure the carvings.
To do all of that would have required more than one person, a power generator, a pressure washer with a 100-litre water tank, a 1-1/2-inch electric hammer drill, appropriate bits, access to acid or a similar industrial-strength chemical, lights, ladders and a heavy truck, he said.
“It seems a deliberate effort,” said Mr. Knowlton. “This isn’t a theft or simple vandalism.”
In a different type of incident, a rare dinosaur skeleton found near Grande Prairie was destroyed by vandals who had “smashed indiscriminately” the fossilized bones of the Hadrosaur, scientists involved in the dig said.
This is inexcusable and absolutely disgusting. I hope the cowards are caught and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.
For beneath any religious and nationalistic and patriotic jingoism that declares that we are made in the image of gods or are the true harbingers of freedom or that we are the ultimate protectors of all that is good upon the planet, the fact remains: We are the beings who kill other beings like ourselves. There is no Zuul.
When one strips away the self-induced differences that we impose upon ourselves and on others, there is only the ‘we’. Peeking under the labels of Christian and Muslim and Pagan and Buddhist and atheist, we find ourselves pondering the same questions. Traveling past the checkpoints marked Alabama and Canada and Asia, we find that ‘we’ are living there. Looking into blue eyes or green or brown, we see ourselves looking back. Ten fingers, ten toes. A mouth that smiles in happiness and screams in pain. Arms that cradle infants and lovers and hoist the guns that may kill them. We are mothers and fathers and grandparents and sons and daughters across the world. In all of these things and many more, we are the same.
And that is the thing that we must ignore, that we must purge from our great rational human brains in order to wage our war. We must become an “Us” so that there may be a ‘Them’. Our cause must be just, so that theirs may be unjust. We must be right, so that they can be wrong. We must become different from them. We must make them so unlike ourselves that we cannot see ourselves in them any longer. So that we cannot see our own son or daughter in that small body lying crushed beneath the tank or hanging from the barbed wire fence. They must become so unlike us that their cries of fear and pain do not sound anything like our own. They must become utterly ‘not us’ so that we can proceed convinced that their hearts do not break as ours do.
via Witchvox Article.