Don't buy things at malls that sponsor cruel circuses.

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So, I'm driving in by my local mall and noticed that dwarfed in between the giant digital billboard and tucked into the corner of a massive sprawling parking lot next to Best Buy, still selling giant television screens and mega home entertainment electronics was an old, familiar sight; A circus tent.

The Westminster Mall is hosting a visit by Circus Vargas.

The circus is in town.

Why?

Circuses are not cool. They are a throwback to a very unflattering form of brutal entertainment I do not understand our enabling in the year 2009.

Circus animals have a cruel fate and I can't imagine why, with all our technological advancements for entertainment, there is any kind of fun to be had watching animals be mistreated to line the pockets of a few carny acts.

Then, coincidetally I read on Meta Filter that we will soon be able to see a wonderful series, The Elephant Diaries.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/sn/tvradio/programmes/elephant_diaries/

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2006/04/06/60minutes/main1479398.shtml

http://www.circuses.com/fact-vargas.asp

To read the long list of past violations involving Circus Vargas click here.

I do not believe animals should used for entertainment, and if you do, too you may care to check out this site, here.

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