Archive for the ‘PETA protest’ tag
PETA lover legally changes her name to CutOutDissection.com
Do I even have to point out how cool this is? Do I have to point out how perfect for this blog it is?
19 year old Jennifer Thornburg vows so passionately for attention that she has changed her name to the URL of her new Dissection protest site.
PETA fan Jennifer was disgusted by the idea of learning biology by poking scalpels at a tasty animal’s insides. Or…maybe she flunked biology…. but whatever it is, by adding “Dissection” to her name, it serves as a lifelong constant reminder of her obsession with what seems to have been the worst experience of her high school career. She wants to be called “Cutout” for short.
Now let me tell you why this is so crucially important…
WHAT AN AWESOME WAY TO GET TRAFFIC TO YOUR WEBSITE! Change your legal name to a dot-com.
There are far better names than “CutoutDissection.com” that would accomplish your goal in a more righteous manner. Like, for instance, “JunkActivism.com”. We could call you “Junk” for short.
I couldn’t pay for that kind of publicity…..or could I?
What do you say, Jennifer? er…I mean, CutoutDissection.com?
The Best Way to Protest Bullfighting is To Be Topless
Today in Belgium, 20 women displayed their estimated 40 boobies, covered themselves in fake blood and carried their PETA signs to make it known to the world that the trickling down of EU funds goes to support Spain’s desire to watch men stick pica spears into the back of pissed off bulls.
The article claims over $27.4 million of EU taxpayer was spent last year to farmers and even organizers for renovating arenas and hold bullfighting events, still a popular local and tourist attraction in Spain.
I must say, some of these PETA women are HOT. The women also stuck pica spears in their backs, which I shamefully must presume is to take the attention off their chest and make it known that their protest is actually about killing bulls… I mean, spending EU taxpayer money… I mean, animal rights…er, I mean banning a 900-year cultural tradition… ah, what the hell. There are boobs!
