I won't be a former president in a poorly doctored photo. But according to People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, I'll be eating kittens.
See, I plan to have fish for dinner tomorrow. And PETA's latest inadvertent attempt to convince everyone on Earth to do the exact opposite of what PETA suggests, is a PR campaign to have fish renamed "sea kittens," so that fish eaters will begin to see them as cute animals and therefore not tasty when prepared beer battered and served with tartar sauce, fries, and cole slaw.
Advocacy for disadvantaged animals is great, since, like babies, they can't speak for themselves. But whether you believe in creation or evolution you can't deny that humans are king over the other animals. It's either the order of deity or survival of the fittest.
Yeah, yeah, I once had a hippie share an unoriginal thought with me: animals don't make bombs or fire guns, except for apes. Just ask Roddy McDowall.
Well, (sane) humans don't eat their young or fling their poop against walls...or randomly hump each other at the dog park.
So we rule.
It's true that we can get protein from very healthy vegetable sources, especially soy-based stuff. But some folks simply prefer delicious animals instead. It's their right. Their choice. Our choice.
So change the name. I don't care what you call fish. As Shakespeare might say, a sea kitten by any other name is still great with tartar sauce, fries, and cole slaw...and if I can get my grandmother's recipe, cathead biscuits.
But that's tomorrow night. Right now, I'm gonna go snack on some very cute sky puppies with sweet, sweet, honey mustard sauce.