I’m a vegetarian. I haven’t eaten meat in 20 years.
Up until this morning I was OK with my dietary choice.
But then I saw this video just uploaded by “Direct Action Everywhere,” a radical vegetarian activist gang, and now I am ashamed. Ashamed to be associated with them. Ashamed that everyone I meet must think I’m some sort of anti-meat revolutionary. Ashamed that mean-spirited lunatics have hijacked my personal food preference and turned it into rallyng cry for passive-aggressive bullying.
Watch and weep, as a contingent of vegetarian fascists burst into a random restaurant in San Francisco and try to pull some kind of creepy mind-game on the bewildered diners:
The SFGate blog posted about the incident and had this to say:
An animal activist stormed a San Francisco restaurant on Saturday, Sept. 27, and delivered a tearful speech about a pet chicken she rescued from death.
Standing in the middle of a downtown French brasserie called Bluestem, Kelly Atlas of Oakland spoke with emotion about her “little girl.”
“She was very abused for her entire life, Atlas says. “She was terrified.”
“She has a very determined look in her eyes wherever she goes. And she was hurt and abused her entire life because of this establishment and establishments like it.”
The little girl is a chicken named Snow.
The tears continuing to stream and the emotion heightening, Atlas goes on to tell restaurant patrons how she saved Snow’s life. “Someone was going to murder her,” she says. “I went in there with other humans and I took her out of there and if I hadn’t, she wouldn’t be with me right now. She would be gone, just like all of her sisters.”
Someone was going to murder her and I can see you smiling and I can see you laughing but to her this is not funny.”
At the end of her rant, Atlas cries out loudly urging diners to not eat Snow’s sisters.
This was no isolated incident. “Direct Action Everywhere” has employed this tactic (restaurant invasions, followed by tearful speeches and then silent robotic sign-holding) in cities across the country. Here they are at a fast food joint:
The difference between me and Direct Action Everywhere — which actually encapsulates the difference between my brand of “conservatarianism” and all types of progressivism — is that when I don’t eat meat, I don’t eat meat; but when a progressive doesn’t eat meat, she insists that nobody else eat meat either.
I don’t care what you do. But a progressive wants to boss you around.
It’s all very cutesy and pathetic when they employ juvenile attempts at emotional manipulation to get their way — but it quickly becomes brutal coercive totalitarianism when people like this get into positions of power.
To protest their protest, I may eat some chicken today. Just a nibble. To prove I’m not like the vegefascists.