Meryl has declared today the International Eat an Animal for PETA day. She started the day last year in response to PETA’s disgusting ad campaign comparing eating meat to the slaughter of six million Jews during the Holocaust. That’s low even for the nutbags at PETA and there’s been an overwhelming call to reprise the day this year.
I approve. I have nothing against vegetarians, but the wingnuts over at People Eating Tasty Animals (er, PETA) are the exception. Don’t want to eat meat? Fine. But shut up about it. PETA, on the other hand, is so obsessed with respect for animals that they have lost all respect for humans. Besides the aforementioned ad campaign, there was also the lovely incident where PETA decided that suicide bombings are OK as long as no donkeys are harmed, or the really classy tactic of telling children their mommy is an animal-killer for wearing fur, by approaching kids at performances of the Nutcracker and handing them flyers.
So I plan to go home after work and have a nice tasty chicken dinner in honour of IEAPD. ‘Course, I probably would’ve done that anyway. But somehow I think it’ll taste better, since I’ll know that it’s in honour of pissing off PETA.