May 19, 2023 What is it like at the age of 72 to have everything you have worked for, after 45 years, taken away by a hostile takeover by people you trusted and considered friends? What is it like to see your ships sold off and scrapped? What is it like to see the movement you created diminished and “rebranded” to be something much less than what it was, to adopt a new agenda that is contrary to the original…
May 19, 2023 Thanks to the relentless effort by Omar Todd, my Facebook page went from permanently disabled to restored. It was not easy. The organization whose name I am not allowed to say, the one that I created and led for 45 years, the one taken from me with a hostile takeover last year, had my page shut down for “trademark” violations because I cannot post any pictures of me wearing a shirt or with a flag or logo…
In less than a year we established the Captain Paul Watson Foundation, we have secured a ship, recruited a great crew, we secured our 501c3 charitable status, recruited thousands of supporters, established ourselves in four countries (USA, plus UK, Spain and Australia). We have partnered with SS France, SS Brazil, and SS Hungary. We are preparing to produce a new network TV show like we previously did with Whale Wars, and we have done all this while being sued by…
May 17, 2023 The John Paul DeJoria II is off on her maiden voyage. She and her crew of volunteers will obstruct illegal whaling operations by Icelandic Whalers. Captain Locky and CEO Omar Todd are onboard now for the first leg of the journey to make sure all equipment, supplies, and crew are ready for this monumental confrontation. Ship and crew are expected to be at sea for over three months as they search and stand off against Kristján Loftsson’s…
May 15, 2023 I think that one of my problems is that I trust people too much. Because of this trust, I often fail to see the signs or heed advice. In hindsight, I see that this betrayal was indeed a long time in the making. I gave both these men my loyal support for twenty years and never once doubted their loyalty to me. As the saying goes, “fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.”…
May 14, 2023 A merciless, monstrous, murder machine, a ship built for the sole purpose of inflicting horrific, agonizing pain and death to beautiful, intelligent, socially complex, self-aware, sentient citizens of the Cetacean Nation. This insidiously evil machine is unlawful under International Conservation Regulations. We have put seven of these monstrosities on the bottom of the sea. 1 in Portugal in 1980, 2 in Spain in 1980, 2 in Iceland in 1986, 1 in Norway in 1992, another in Norway…
May 13, 2023 Kim Diaz is now the paid outreach director for SSCS. She was once a friend, and someone who was not happy with the changes made by Pritam Singh. She even helped me to take control of chapter pages before I left SSCS. And then she had a meeting with Pritam. She was given money and a job, and overnight she turned on me. Ok, maybe she needed the money and of course, she is free to make…
May 12, 2023 To Peter, Alex, Jeff and Geert, It has come to my attention that some of you (Jeff and Peter for sure) have been giving false and misleading information to supporters about both myself and Lamya and the reasons you unlawfully dismissed the two of us from the Global Board. I have not had any response from any of you since the email I received last summer dismissing me from the Board, a dismissal where there was no…
May 10, 2023 MAJOR OBSTACLES HAVE BEEN OVERCOME I want to thank all our supporters that have made it possible for us to do the impossible. A year ago, I was ousted from the organization that I am not allowed to name, the organization that I founded in 1977 and built up over 45 years to become the most effective marine conservation movement on the planet. Became, but no more. From being an in-their-face, no nonsense, controversial and effective movement,…
Two killers lie beached like dying whales, Bleeding rust onto volcanic sand, We pirates have some passionate tales, This our unique brand, sunk by our hand. Lying dead on a cold northern beach. Rotting for over three long decades, Victims forever out of their reach, On this lonely strand playing charades. Evil permeates the wooden decks. The stench of death lingers in the air, Extraordinary wondrous wrecks, So lovely in utter disrepair. Coronado and Howitt did that job, Courageously, passionately,…