I believe that animals should be treated as humanely as possible. I acknowledge that there are aspects to the meat industry, and the fur industry, and the animal products industry, that are troubling, and that should be reformed.
All that said, these folks are nucking futs.
Animal rights advocates will single out small children at performances of “The Nutcracker” in the next few weeks by handing out fliers saying “Your Mommy Kills Animals” to youngsters whose mothers are wearing fur.
“Children can’t look up to a mom in a battered-raccoon hat or a crushed coyote collar,” said Ingrid Newkirk, president of People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. “Maybe when they’re confronted by their own children’s hurt looks, fur-wearers’ cold hearts will melt.
The fliers include a color drawing of a woman plunging a large bloody knife into the belly of a terrified rabbit. The fliers urge kids to “ask your mommy how many dead animals she killed to make her fur clothes.
“And the sooner she stops wearing fur, the sooner the animals will be safe. Until then, keep your doggie or kitty friends away from mommy – she’s an animal killer.”
Come near my daughter, and I will frickin’ deck you. I am serious.
I am flabbergasted that PETA (who is the organization behind this) could imagine that this will do anything other than hurt their organization, and thus its cause. Are they that blind, that self-righteous, that clueless?
I guess so.
The warning stands. Violate it at your own risk.
UPDATE: Here’s an image from the flier, courtesy of the Denver Post. Amazing.
(via Brian)
What a treat you have waiting. The Denver Post printed a color copy of the flyer in yesterdays paper. It’s pretty apparent that the people in PETA are as out of touch with reality as their financials supporters in Hollywood.
Thanks. I’ve included a link above.
Maybe fur industry operatives slipped some LSD into PETA’s herbal tea.
Whatta bunch of maroons.
And here’s the full flier.
It’s loons like these that make the song Carrot Juice is Murder, by the Arrogant Worms, so funny, in a sad and frightening sort of way.