Actually, it doesn't take very damn much suction for that to happen. Prolapses in various species are not that uncommon. At atmospheric pressure. Although you could also get trapped and drown by drain suction to any part of your body.
This resulted in regulations to re-design the drain covers for pool drains and filter intakes, so that water enters around the edges of the drain instead of from the center surface.
But yeah, Darwin. What possessed her to think sitting on an underwater drain was a good idea....?
i did not mean to imply that it was her fault...its the adults that really get the award...
for that matter...LGBTQ...F...furry...they tried to integrate before...and I thought of this one. LGBTQ...C for creature. It covers all the furry, zoo and fiction kin landscapes. We can't be equal unless we're trusted to be something other than fecal.
I think of it this way. If animals are aliens, what rights would they have if it wasn't obvious they came from space? With no ability to feed the greed machine...monetarily. No ability to keep territory of their own...unless spoken for by someone who requires the greed machine's presence to ignore said reserve. And the ability to be trusted enough to keep to their own acceptable and limited habitats, either pet homes or zoos, which get taken advantage of all the time...by poachers and hunters. We get into bed with creatures, we become the hunted. We get into bed with aliens, we become the poached. Same difference...only it's legal because it feeds the greed machine of only one species on a planet of trillions. I'd say we have a serious infestation problem, and if we're to fuck apex, we should kill like them two. Where's our kill right gone? Well behind a badge and a judge...honorable indeed. lol The first law animals unite for, that humans...we as aliens to the ecosystem of nature at this point can't...is that the right to separately governed territories. In other words, we don't kill one another to gain land accept if it is sanctioned. Animals cannot live by the principle that we are governed by one tribe. Their non existent prefrontal cortex can't handle it. As they rely on instincts of those whom they do recall and recognize to take care of them. Including apes, our closest ancestral species. With this in mind, morality is a human, prefrontal cortex invention that serves as a guiding principle against attacks, not for doing the exact opposite. Defense of attacking people we once trusted. We've lost our animal instincts of threatening presence, while animals haven't even lost the presence of a physical threat. We've turned ours into psychological stress points, living by the merits of someone elses prefrontal cortex. Like it is a forced hive mind concept. In name only, not action. Yet to avoid attack, that is how we have to survive. How can you possibly convey this to a being with 4 legs or a sea citizen with flippers, or a sky dweller with two wings? Come to that...to ourselves? It goes with the territory of protected rights. And if we can't have any, because we're different...it kind of sets the stage to go off grid and take our apex with us. After all, there's safety in numbers if just one of us controls the bite force of 1500 PSI. And we set up a nuclear dome shield that lets in sunlight, and we create our own solariums and internal lush forestry that could set a precedent. There's enough of us out there now, all of our knowledge combined would do some damage to the greed machine for sure if we called creature rights a real thing. Because if it moves on its own without an electrical power source by battery or plug in the wall, you can safely call this animated object a creature. Be it an animal, plant, storm, celestial cosmic phenomena or our own love for anything non human. After all, non human entities created us anyways...and we don't have to look far to see by god or cave man, that this is true in any model of evolution or natural selection. That's the power of creation we hold. And no psychological law can stop anyone from living this dream. I feel a bit like we're living in a Harry Potter twilight zone, behind a wall of statues and secrecy that is as temporary as the fading heat of a weeks old sun burn. Once the veil is lifted, we will see acceptance at long last I know it.
all horse and no human:
In 1923, jockey Frank Hayes suffered a heart attack during a race. His horse, Sweet Kiss, finished first, making Hayes the first dead jockey to ever win a race.
