Peta-philes

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/politics/animal-rights-group-turns-its-fire-on-celebrity-meateaters-856591.html

I love animals. So, I have three pets, of which I take incredibly good care, at all times. Each of my pets is vaccinated, well-loved, well-fed, and lives indoors with me in cleaner conditions and better beds than at least half a dozen college kids I can name. They all get along, and they are a very important part of me.

I'd take down a motherfucker for hurting an animal. You want to see my claws, try to tell me that animals were put here by God for people to use as they choose. Try to tell me it's not worse than sin to hurt or maim, abuse or starve, or hunt or kill without mercy or the intent to use the flesh and fur to its maximum potential.

And you know something else? I eat dead animals. I do it all the time. I eat their flesh. I wear things made from them. I will most likely continue to do so until the day I die, all the meat in the world becomes polluted and diseased, or another animal eats me raw, with no cocktail sauce.

PETA is full of a bunch of flakes and assholes who thrive on forcing their beliefs on other people through intimidation campaigns and distortion of the facts. Sensationalists. Abusive, reactionary turdbaskets. Fuck PETA. I eat meat. If I die of some wasting, meat-borne disease, so be it. Poetic justice, karma, whatever. I'm so sick of PETA making the rest of the animal-rights advocates look bad.

I feel very strongly about a lot of things, and one of them is trying to mind my own fucking business about someone else's lifestyle. I don't like it when people pump their bass; it pollutes my peace of mind and gives me cause to jump to one simple conclusion: "that ignorant fucker cares more about his/her image amongst a bunch of strangers than he does about the welfare and comfort of people who don't want to be invaded by his/her musical taste." I fucking hate it when people litter. It's unsanitary, and it affects everyone; it blows from one place to another, and when you litter, I have to clean up your mess--dump your motor oil on the lawn, it affects the safety of my garden.

Most of us are guilty of at least one lifestyle choice that genuinely, negatively, directly affects someone else. Me? Well, I cuss a LOT, aloud, and I use someone else's God's name in vain and I say really offensive things within earshot of others. It may make me feel clever and bold, but it's actually pretty obnoxious and rude. I'm working on it. You, reading this, maybe you don't use your blinker. Maybe you stomp back and forth across your apartment without thinking about your neighbors downstairs. Maybe you're the asshole who eats repugnantly stinky food in your tiny, ill-circulated office space. Maybe you smoke by the public entrances to buildings. Maybe you let your dog shit on the sidewalk or in the neighbors' yards and you never, ever pick it up. (If that's you, fuck you. You make the rest of us dog owners look bad.) I guess that's your prerogative; all it does it make you an asshole in someone else's eyes.

However, what you put in your body and on your back with your money that you earned is none of my fucking business at all. Meat-eaters don't get up and gag and point and glare when someone orders a salad with asparagus spears. We don't protest all the hypocrisy inherent in your every lifestyle choice. Get off the public's fucking back, PETA. Meat's murder. Abortion's murder. Murder is murder. It fucking happens. Mind your own goddamn business and shut the hell up. I hope your cats eat your face when you feed them soy nuggets soaked in rice dream and your cruelty-free kids never forgive you for the creeping anemia that haunted their childhoods. Of course, you're only human, I know: it's just that, well, you think you're better than the rest of us. And everyone's an inconsiderate asshole somewhere along the line. I'm not going to form a fucking protest group that attacks the people with whom I disagree. PETA's a small step away from those dicks that stalk abortion doctors and burn crosses on lawns.

The so-called "love" professed by someone who lets their passion turn them into hateful people...someone who "loves" animals so much that they hate a person who eats meat: their beliefs evaporate into thin air. Their tongues are dust. Love becoming hate is an irreversible spiritual alchemy. You can't turn gold into lead and keep its value.

PETA is a four letter word. FUCK PETA.