The grind is nothing short of a sea creature massacre. Between July and August, villagers on the islands use small boats to herd packs of migrating dolphins and pilot whales into a shallow lagoon in order to stab the shit out of them. There's no mercy, just straight-up animal genocide. It's shit like this that makes animal attacks happen; when the dolphins rise up and go all Treehouse of Horror on us, we'll make sure our last act is to travel to these islands and boot everyone in the groin so hard that their junk will orbit the planet long after we've all been flippered to death.
Supporters argue that this practice both strengthens community relations and provides food. Which sounds fair until you realize that for the past three fucking centuries they've been killing an average of 838 pilot whales and 75 dolphins a year. That's a lot of whales, especially for a hunting season that lasts three months, tops.
However, as shitty as this is, it pales in comparison to the dolphin hunts of Taiji, Japan. Heads up: Don't plan a vacation there between September and March, unless you want your seaside snaps to resemble a scene from The Shining: Little Mermaid Edition.
Brooke Mcdonald/Sea Shepherd Conservation Society
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In Taiji, the locals are given special permission from the government to hunt an annual maximum of 2,000 dolphins and porpoises for no other reason than tradition. If it isn't terrible enough, some of the poor aquatic bastards are captured and sold to aquariums, which is certainly no worthwhile porpoise for these majestic creatures. (And don't bitch about that pun. It's the most levity you're getting from here on out.)