PeTA Pecks at Chicken Dance

The brilliant minds at PeTA took another giant step toward irrelevance this week.  Apparently having temporarily run out of fur coats to dump fake blood on and hot chicks to film in abstruse, sexually provocative ads — the group is now threatening NASCAR fans’ God-given right to dance.

Yes my friends, PeTA wants us to boycott the Chicken Dance at Talladega Superspeedway — an attempt to set a world record for the most people doing America’s Favorite Dance in one spot at the same time. 

Thousands of people simultaneously doing the chicken dance at a NASCAR event – how utterly horrific. 

Or maybe not…

Are Ingrid et al. incensed because the Chicken Dance represents a shallow, speciesist mockery of galline lifestyles?  Is PeTA concerned that vibrations generated by thousands of waggling NASCAR butts will attract flocks of bait-seeking worm charmers to Talledega where they can make a killing harvesting hordes chicken dancing annelids?  Are they worried that the hot, carbon-dioxide saturated exhalations of throngs of over-weight, out of shape, beer-guzzling fans will trigger a surge of polar ice melting?  No – our friends over at PeTA are madder than wet hens because the Great Talledega Chicken Dance is sponsored by Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Now mind you, I’ m no fan of factory farmed chicken. Or of battery eggs. I’m just amused (and a bit pleased) to observe that these days it appears that the folks at PeTA seem to be capable of little more than mindless, incessant fishing for media attention.  And the stunts they employ get more outrageous – and more pointless – by the day.  Are they morphing into:

Pathetic Egomaniacs Targeting Anonymity?

I can hope…