Fuck PETA

A man was brutally murdered and decapitated in his sleep on a Greyhound bus on his way home to his family last week; this week, PETA has chosen to exploit the incident for their own preachy cause.

Listen. Animals slaughter each other in the wild. I wonder how many political rallies PETA has had in the African savanna opposing such instinctual behaviour. I have made the conscious choice to continue to eat meat. If I didn't, I would probably be dead because I don't have the patience to check every label to see if it has the essential amount of iron and protein that I can easily get from a steak. I respect anyone who has made the decision to not eat meat or consume/use/wear animal products, and I understand their reasons without them even having to explain them to me. I just really, really enjoy meat, and whether I choose to eat it or not, the same animals are going to be made into food for human and animal consumption. (Dogs and cats eat animal products too! Animals?? Go figure!) I don't torture animals for fun in my backyard, wear leather, or poach elephants for ivory. I'm not making anything go extinct by eating meat.

But when an organization uses the brutal murder and decapitation, even cannibalism, that happened to a real family somewhere, to support their outlandish vegan cause that no one takes seriously anymore, a bit of bile rises into my throat.

I am willing to bet that Tim McLean's family is not going to go vegan because some piece-of-shit organization decided to compare their son's absolutely disturbing, horrid murder to killing a bull that was bred originally to one day make some delicious steaks.

Fuck!

In lieu of this ridiculousness, I am going to encourage everyone I know who normally eats meat to eat FIVE steaks this week, TEN hamburgers, FIFTEEN porkchops, and a shitload of chicken. I apologize to my vegetarian friends in advance, but if I were vegetarian or vegan, I would be outraged that there was such a terrible organization known worldwide for its thoughtless tactics giving such an awful name to me and the people who chose the same lifestyle as me.

Hey PETA. Cows can't read the foul things you write, and they can't understand what nonsense you're trying to convey, but people can. And that man's family gets to read about your antics and feel even worse now. Well done.