If Abraham Maslow had created a hierarchy of people respecting animals from pet owners to bat-ess-crazy people who treat animals with more respect than other people, then PETA would be granted its own step in there somewhere along with some of its heinous advertising.
Every group dangling on the fringe is going to have its radicals. You know the ones: Dumping a bucket of paint on a fur coat and running like Usain Bolt to escape the ass whoopin’ that’s sure to come. From churches to Capitol Hill, Hollywood to Broadway, the cereal crowd is everywhere (e.g., fruits, nuts and flakes).
However, PETA has a reputation for hosting family reunions with those kookaberries. No rational debate. No intelligent conversation. Just vitriol to the point of cussing out someone’s mama and kicking her walker out from under her after leaving a bruise on her varicose-veined shin.
And the Special K of them all would be Morrissey and his crazy behind. Wait until you hear this…