Archive for July, 2017

non-combatants are fair game

Monday, July 31st, 2017

Camille Marino
July 31, 2017

In dealing with those who have no moral grounding, no compunction about deliberatly causing nonhuman animals pain, misery, and distress, it is absurd that we would walk some ethical moral tightrope to address individuals who rightly deserve to be strung up by their testicles and set on fire. And I would sit back eating popcorn while I watched them burn.


Action Alert: send email to put our own USDA animal abuse database back online

Friday, July 28th, 2017


Camille Marino
July 28, 2017
Simulposted with Eleventh Hour for Animals

We all know the USDA deleted its animal abuse database in February. Last week I published a post about how to bypass this little obstacle. I noticed  a lot of traffic on this post from universities, presumably vivisectors who are enjoying remaining anonymous. Following is a Freedom of Information Act request. Please copy the text, insert the name of your local university or other abuser on the blank lines, and send it to the USDA now. When you get the inspection reports back, send them to me at I’ll be more than happy to put all of this information back online and host it on my site.


Defiance is a Virtue – Only Animal Liberation video BANNED from social media by vivisectors

Friday, July 28th, 2017

This was a fundraising video recorded in 2012. The vivisection complex had it banned entirely from social media. We had at least a dozen social media accounts deleted (Youtube, Vimeo, Facebook, Twitter) for republishing. In 2013, the UFPD (on behalf of University of Florida vivisectors) attempted to have me put in prison for 5 years when they subpoenaed my private Youtube account where it remained uploaded. 20 seconds of the following video was edited because I’d like to stay out of jail this year. Fuck the vivisection complex. Fuck censorship!

Fri, Sept. 8 – Sun, Sept 10: Free Visions of Change Workshop in Florida

Thursday, July 27th, 2017

My Office in Wildwood, Florida (about an hour north of Orlando)

I went vegan and became an activist because I was horrified — in absolute disbelief — at the injustices animals are made to endure; it was because I wanted to create real change. That’s why every single one of us is here. Unfortunately, everyone wanted me to write a check, pay for a conference, buy a t-shirt, or eat for the animals. Very few seasoned activists would give me anything practical. What could I do? What could one person do? I now know the answer: one person can do a lot! I want to give you the tools and information you need and help you focus in on your own Vision of Change for your own community.

Spend a weekend in central Florida. Your only expenses are your own food and transportation. You’ll have free access to an Olympic-sized pool, a full gym, woods to take a walk and talk. Let’s figure out where your passion lies and how you can focus your energy most effectively. You’ll go home knowing:

  • how to research and find out what’s going on in your area;
  • who’s harming animals and where;
  • how to start a campaign and recruit supporters;
  • how to use your information effectively;
  • how to use the Internet effectively;
  • how to secure your computers, your information, and your best options for cyber communication.

There are other things I want to teach you but will not discuss it online. I want you to know how to deep research an abuser so that you know everything about them and their family; I want you to know what tactics and strategies have worked for me. And I want to help you figure out exactly what you want to be doing.

I have my own vision: to have focused, aggressive, informed, and well-equipped grassroots activists rising up in every community around the country to take personal responsibility for forcing change. I want us to learn to share our information and resources. As basic as that may sound, the AR community has a cottage industry of patriarchs and nonprofits who want you to pay to hear them talk. They don’t want you to have information because that info is how they get donations. I think it’s time to change the dynamic.

If there is any interest, I am hoping to give these workshops monthly and grow an army. Feel free to leave a comment, write me at, or text me at 352-702-5143.


Camille Marino
July 27, 2017

Saturday, Aug 5 – Eleventh Hour returns to Gainesville

Thursday, July 27th, 2017

Courtesy of Eleventh Hour for Animals

For more than two years, every single animal inside the University of Florida has been deprived of a voice — suffering and dying in invisible silence. While Eleventh Hour has been on an extended hiatus, only the occasional welfare violation has seen the light of day. If I were a vivisector, I would love nothing more than tepid little men groveling at my feet, waiting to go tell the public they found a welfare violation. Who could spread the insidious propaganda that welfare protects animals to the mainstream better than an animal advocate. Well, those days are over.

We are concerned with the day to day atrocities to which animals are subjected inside UF’s dungeons in full compliance with federal welfare regulations. We’re back to put a face back on vivisection. And there’s no room for negotiation.

If you can join us, please text Camille at 352-702-5143 for details and information. If you can’t be here physically, please follow Eleventh Hour on Facebook to join in the online festivities.

Redefining Justice

Thursday, July 27th, 2017
July 27, 2017

Mirriam-Webster defines “justice” as “the maintenance or administration of what is just especially by the impartial adjustment of conflicting claims or the assignment of merited rewards or punishments.” In fact, I couldn’t find a single definition that did not refer to the root word itself. It seems that this word should imply fairness; in the US, we use the scales of justice to to symbolize the weighing of two sides, presumably to give the illusion of equity or balance.

The criminal justice system is an adversarial one, analogous to a game of poker where the object is to play strategically to win. It has absolutely nothing to do with fairness. And like any other casino, the odds are always stacked in favor of the house. A win means a conviction. A conviction is political capital — it allows prosecutors and judges to use their conviction rate as a platform to tell a largely uninformed mainstream that they are “tough on crime,” implying safer communities. And don’t we all feel safer with the tough-on-crime orange cartoon fascist in the White House?! Another of life’s absurdities. If the state wins, by definition, the defendant loses unless, and only if, s/he has the financial resources to hire an attorney who is able to take the available facts and present them in a more persuasive manner. Never mistake this system for anything remotely resembling a search for truth; it is an arena where right will be determined by the state to satisfy everyone’s political agenda.

So, then, how do we understand the plight of animals in this paradigm? I frequently see petitions circulating screaming “GET JUSTICE” for another nonhuman who was tortured or murdered in some unspeakable manner. Animal abuse, if it is even prosecuted, is not a political hot button issue like the war on drugs. In fact, under the political guise of terrorism, an activist who protects animals is likely to be dealt with far more harshly than an abuser. And even if a conviction is achieved, 6 months probation or 30 days in jail is definitely not justice — there is nothing fair or equitable — for a deviant who carves up the innocent — whether it be an individual who chains up a dog in a backyard, an industrial abuser who puts a monkey in a cage, or a deviant hunter who stalks wild animals in their home.

Before we turn to a third party — some unseen arbiter — and grovel to them for justice, maybe we each need to define this word for ourselves. On a very objective level, fairness would seem to dictate that if one chooses to blind a cat in a laboratory, that cat’s defenders would be correct in taking that vivisector, putting him or her in a cage, and slowly and methodically carving out the offender’s eyeballs. It would appear that justice would be served by stalking Ted Nugent in his home and bringing home his trophy head to mount in your living room. It would appear that someone who chains an animal in their yard in searing heat and freezing cold is begging for justice, maybe being blown up in their bed to simply end their reign of tyranny and win liberation for their victims.

So, if we agree that justice should imply fairness, it is obvious that our criminal system is one of injustice — one that exists to protect animal abusers and prosecute anyone who seeks real justice for their victims. When we realize this, we will understand why some Animal Liberationists feel it is incumbent upon them to break unjust laws. We fight in a paradigm where ineffective feel-good action is encouraged — signing petitions, leafleting, debating — anything to waste our time and allow abusers to perpetuate their atrocities with impunity. The state has done it’s job so effectively that we have taken over where they left off, congratulating one another for our feel-good exercises; our social club where we wave signs at greyhound races one day and protest a rodeo the next. No focus, no commitment, no vision of creating actual change. I refuse to conform and resign myself to a safe model of ineffectiveness.

Let’s just consider that industrial abuse is a business enterprise. We are not going to affect anyone’s bottom line by debating the ethics of torturing animals.They already know they’re sadistic psychopaths and they know they have the full protection of the law. We are only going to change an abuser’s mind when we are willing to create the detriments that make it a liability for him or her to continue. This takes dedication. It takes an almost-obsessive focus to know the abuser, where they work, play, and worship. It takes dedication to not allow yourself to be distracted. Above all, it means that if we are honest in the pursuit of Animal Liberation, we must also be willing to focus every available internal resource on achieving this objective.

A philosophical discussion of vegan food production

Wednesday, July 26th, 2017

I posted this video yesterday in my group, Negotiation is Over — a group I created based on zero tolerance for animal abuse and exploitation — with a caption that read in part “I fully support this.” I expected to have my colleagues jump on me for advocating degrees of animal slavery (and they rightfully did), but I was looking for something else. I was looking for a deeper understanding and discussion of how we get our vegan food, an acknowledgement that none of us is pure. And I’m afraid that putting personal purity above practicality is antithetical to everything for which I stand.

I saw someone say that they would not rescue a cat because a cat is an obligate carnivore. Having such a responsibility for a cat – an animal that humans chose to domesticate and who is now dependent on us! – would interfere with his veganism. Well, if vegan purity takes precedence over saving an animal’s life, this is not a form of veganism that I acknowledge or would even waste my energy trying to understand.

In 2012, I spent just under 2 weeks handcuffed, shackled, and sealed inside a dark claustrophobic tomb (i.e., extradition). I thought I was going to die. Having survived, I am grateful for having had the privilege of glimpsing the world from the vantage point of a factory-farmed animal who spends his or her life in intensive confinement. My experiences have disabused me of any sanctimony. I no longer have the luxury of operating on any other level that one of absolute honesty — no matter how inconvenient.

I have the word “vegan” tattooed on my back. I am proud of who I am and what I believe. But that word only means I try to do the least harm. The mass produced vegan food I buy is fertilized with factory farm waste. If I buy from local farmers’ markets, I know that they are also imprisoning and murdering sentient beings, their waste most likely having gone to fertilize my produce.  I would never suggest that it’s okay to keep a slave as long as they’re treated well, which is essentially what I was doing in advocating this video. So which of our options is most vegan? The truth is that I don’t know. And I saw no solutions offered. I am offended by the use of the oxen, but buying vegan food that is dependent on factory farming disturbs me even more. I think I am a philosophical primitivist; I would starve if I were an actual one.

Would I risk my life or freedom to liberate the oxen from Sivarami Swami? Hell no. Would I risk my life or freedom to liberate a victim from a vivisection lab or factory farm? Any day of the week. I guess that’s where my purity lies.



To those responsible for animal suffering

Monday, July 24th, 2017


For two years I’ve had to sit on my anger, sit back in my own restraints, and just watch the animals die. I had to swallow my own feelings, knowing that it was other vegans — not just one — but a concerted effort of welfarists, collaborators, and cultists who worked tirelessly to silence me and stop me from fighting to free the monkeys inside the University of Florida. They shredded my reputation in an attempt to maintain an illusion of credibility. They replaced my efforts with dead air. And, interestingly, not a single one of these individuals have ever attempted to shut down an abuser with the dedication and ferocity with which they sought to stop me. Frankly, my activism stands on its own merit, especially against this backdrop of frauds, gossips and cowards. An independent documentary and my own memoir will explore my struggles over the past few years. But, while the vivisectors and other abusers have been carving up their victims in peace and anonymity and laughing at the traitorous activists who did their dirty work, please know I’m back. And the animals will have a voice. I intend to win on all fronts. Because it is the winners who write history!

I’ve been speaking with new activists, one in particular. This individual reminds me of myself 10 years ago — anger, enthusiasm, compassion, and a seemingly-endless store of initiative. While I turn my attention to empowering activists with the tools and strategies I’ve accumulated along the way, this person empowered me with something I desperately needed: a reminder. A reminder of who I am and why I’m here. To fight with everything I’m made of for Animal Liberation! I will never negotiate my own liberty for some comfort. And I will never negotiate Animal Liberation to satisfy anyone else’s definition of what it should be.

So to all those who don’t approve of my methods, to all those who just don’t like me, to all those who get rich tormenting animals, and to all those who put their own agendas ahead of the animals, let me say this as clearly as I possibly can: FUCK YOU!

I will do this my way. If you hurt animals, you should be looking over your shoulder. You should have to watch your kids on their way to school. And even if your “kid” is a 50-year old man who lives in Rhode Island, maybe it’s time to reconsider how your penchant for mutilating animals could affect the ones you love.

I’m done playing games. FOIAs were filed this morning; more records will be requisitioned soon. Hope you enjoyed the couple of years you had torturing animals to death in peace with the full protection the movement.

Camille A. Marino
July 24, 2017

An Apology

Monday, July 24th, 2017

Dear Animals

To all of you everywhere – you who walk, crawl, fly and swim.

I’m sorry that you have to share this planet earth with humans. I apologize for the pain you endure at the hands of those humans who are cruel to you.

And I apologize for the pain you endure at the hands of those humans who may not deliberately try to hurt you, but who are so stupid, oblivious, self-absorbed, vain, selfish, thoughtless and careless that they hurt you or contribute to your abuse and exploitation anyway.

I am so sorry that you continually suffer at their hands. I wish I could give you a world of your own… a world where there were no humans to hurt you… a world where you could live your own life free from the cruelty, cowardice, lack of empathy and stupidity of human beings. But I can’t. So all I can do is tell you how sorry I am and let you know that there are many of us who do have a brain and a heart. We care and we are trying. We will never give up – not until you are free.

With all my love, respect, caring, admiration and awe of you,

Louis Eagle Warrior

The Equalizers, a short story

Saturday, July 22nd, 2017

Declyn James paced the floor of their loft purposefully, understanding that the introduction of new ideas would always be met with resistance. It takes more time for some concepts to be digested and then accepted as self evident than others. And even within their anonymous cell, known publicly only as The Equalizers, her anticipated escalation in action was bound to be controversial.

Declyn opened the meeting.

“On Sunday morning, vivisector Richard Bergero attended the 9:00 am mass at St. Patrick’s Cathedral again and we can now be confident that a pattern has been established. For the past 3 weeks, he’s left his penthouse at 8:30 am accompanied by his wife, Katie,and their children, 10-year old Johnny and 8-year old Mary. The BMW remains parked in the garage and the family takes a taxi to church. Afterwards, they stroll to a diner on Third Avenue for brunch and arrive home in Yorkville between 12:30 and 1:00 pm each week.”

John Simms didn’t miss a beat. “So we have all morning to wire his car while the family worships.” He continued with a chuckle, “The Lord works in mysterious ways!”