I kind of admire the members of PETA in a way - they’ve entered the “old man yells at cloud” stage of life in the primes of their lives, and they’re not ashamed to admit it. They’re crazy, but they take pride in it.
Every time I find one in a book or pet store, I go full bore biker bitch and stalk them menacingly.
Once, when Borders was still extant, I scared a fey little Wiccan priestess, perusing the pagan section, out of the store, in tears.
And I liked it.