Posted on 10/07/2014 8:17:59 AM PDT by beaversmom
You are sitting in a restaurant, enjoying your breakfast, when a very emotional woman enters the dining room and begins sharing the story of her “little girl named Snow.”
There is only one small problem with the accuracy in the woman’s story. “Snow” is not a little girl, she is a chicken.
The woman in the restaurant (and the video attached below) is Kelly Atlas. She is an Oakland, California-based activist, organizer and designer with Direct Action Everywhere. The group’s website says that it strives to “create a world where animal liberation is a reality.”
Atlas and other Direct Action followers are currently on a campaign to tell people who eat meat, fish, poultry, dairy or eggs that they need to change and stop eating animals.
When they target a business, several members assemble in a flash mob type protest. Typically, one person announces Direct Action’s message and other members will carry signs with the slogan, “It’s not food, it’s violence.”
After entering the restaurant, Atlas begins a tearful rant about how her “little girl” was “abused for her entire life.”
(Excerpt) Read more at theblaze.com ...
I wonder if the vegan spouting this crap would also oppose the processing of evil humans (like conservatives) for consumption. Are we not animals too? Can't we all get protected alike?
Imagine the media reaction, if “activist” Kelly Atlas was actually talking about an unborn human baby named Snow, who was about to be aborted ...
Rubber room and straightjacket time.
“Incredible life like this rock”???
Seriously?
I’d beat her about the head and shoulders with that drumstick except it’d be a waste of perfectly good fried chicken.
Coop her with her equals.
What!? Show ME a squirl eating a bird. I have never heard of squirls eating birds. They eat nuts and berries. What are these, conservative squirls?
I saw people on a thread about this article on Facebook earlier say that she is probably pro choice. I think some asked her. I don’t know her views on that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were pro choice.
I’d be more likely to ask if she wants original or extra crispy...
(I don’t prefer drumsticks, ya see... LOL)
If I was in a good mood, I’d join in with her little freak show...
“Aww. Poor Snow. Tell me more.. HEY WAITER - BRING ME SOME FRIED CHICKEN, OK? I’m a member of PETA too. People Eating Tasty Animals.”
“Snow” must be found!
Before the coals on the BBQ cool...
*grumble grumble*
I must suffer, therefor all must suffer.
I'll find an earworm so terrible, none shall be able to resist!
Or maybe not.
/ joking.
I’m no geneticist but I find it perfectly credible that that woman (wymyn?) is the mother of a chicken.
After entering the restaurant, Atlas begins a tearful rant about how her “little girl” was “abused for her entire life.”
Another lunatic seeking relevancy and validation at the expense of true, deep and meaningful relationships with ber bio level peers.
Sadly, I know someone who is constantly do the same thing, repulsing the rest of us, who are sane and know God gave us chickens to eat on Sundays, served with taters, garlic bread and corn.
Make her the animal rights ambassador to ISIS, put a parachute on her, and kick her and a happy little piglet for her “show and tell” example, out the door over an ISIS stronghold.
Let’s see them try that at a Chik-Fil-A or a KFC. . .
One bitterly cold winter in Connecticut I sat in my office in Hartford. Outside the window, in a tree I watched a squirrel chewing on a frozen bird. It didn’t look all that tasty to me but I wasn’t living in a tree in January.
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