OK. At this point, even I've had enough.
I'm not breaking any news here when I say I'm usually sympathetic to the boys and girls fighting the good fight for animals. I mean, who doesn't like a good fur protest? I watch “Whale Wars.” I'd love to join those rebels in their showdown with the evil Japanese whale hunters.
But some of the zany events of the past few weeks have all but erased my sympathy for the animal rights movement, and made me think that, in my old age, it might be time to no longer publicly voice my approval for their antics.
Exhibit A: The curious case of Chris P. Bacon
Have you heard about this pig? If not, I'll bring you up to speed. A few months ago in Florida a pig was born. As cute as he was, he was, for lack of a better term, a relative mutant. His back legs didn't work. So its owner brought him to the local vet to have it put down.
The local vet, however, couldn't bring himself to not give the little guy a chance. So he pulled him from the jaws of death, rigged his hind quarters with a pair of wheels and got him a Twitter account. Now, Chris P. Bacon has been on CNN and every other major news outlet because of A) how flippin' cute he is, and B) because his new owner gave him a reprieve, a second chance, a new lease on life.
Enter the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals.
They took the vet to task because … wait for it … because of the pig's name. Chris P. Bacon, they whined, is offensive and hurtful. Naming the animal for one its prized meats is an irony too cruel to be given a pass, they say, simply ghastly.