Minneapolis: fighting the battles that matter.
Crime? Achievement gaps in terrible schools? Disposable bags? Gentrification and zoning causing housing to become unaffordable to the middle-class?
Nope. Minneapolis is tackling the scourge of fur.
The ban would not force any Minneapolis businesses to close. Instead, companies which currently sell animal fur will have a phase-in period, during which they can transition to selling fur-free products. There is also an explicit exemption in the ordinance which protects the rights of Native American tribes to sell fur for traditional and spiritual purposes. Secondhand stores too are exempt from the ban.
According to the Humane Society, more than 100 million animals are killed every year for the primary purpose of using their fur. It is estimated that 85% of these animals are raised in factory fur farms, while the other 15% are killed in the wild.
If the ordinance passes, Minneapolis would join Los Angeles, San Francisco, Berkeley, and West Hollywood, which have taken similar stances. New York City has also introduced an ordinance to end the sale of fur.
Why, yes – now that you mention it, it was sponsored by Alondra Cano, the intellectual standard-bearer of modern MInnesota progressivism.
Los Angeles, San Francisco, Berkeley, and West Hollywood
So, apparently, if everybody else is jumping off a cliff, you should too. Mom’s shaking her head now, you kids.
Minneapolis City Council motto: The pursuit of irrelevance, one virtue signal at a time!
I’ll be watching for Ribnick’s going-out-of-business sale. My wife needs a new fur coat.
Ha! Well, there goes Ribnick Furs, the oldest fur trader in the city. But, according to this idiotic law, the city clowncil apparently believes that those evil corporate types are paying their taxes with blood money from tasty animals, so we don’t need them.
Fur bans: because it’s not like the best material out there to keep a man or woman warm is animal fur, and it’s not like the choice for these animals is either humane trapping and killing vs. being ripped limb from limb by predators when they’re too old to escape.
“being ripped limb from limb by predators when they’re too old to escape.”
fur on fur murder;
a couple weeks ago I watched a lynx eat a young adult raccoon. It chased it up a oak tree, pinned it against a tree limb with a paw and started eating its haunches. At first the raccoon made a lot of noise but it got quiet as time passed. As I watched the cat gorged itself then wedged the remaining bits of the raccoon up against the tree and took a nap. Nothing humane about that death.