Oh, PETA. How I enjoy your media hogging antics. No matter how stupid they are and how ridiculous and impractical they might be. Like breast milk ice cream.
This time they're trying to keep us from eating fish. Slimy, smelly, worm-lunching fish. Comes in sticks or at Long John Silver's. You may have heard of it.
And their great PR ploy? They're going to try to trick us into calling them Sea Kittens. Yeah, that's going to work. Because if I think it's cute and cuddly, I won't want to dive into a big platter of breaded goodness with some french fries. Nice try, hacks.
I figure if some PR weasels can try to tell us to rename something that already has a perfectly good name, why not me.
As of now, I'm forming another organization. It's called PETA. People Eating Tasty Animals.
And we're starting with sushi for lunch.
This is the only sea kitty you out to be worried about. If you see that adorable critter at the beach, I hope you're Michael Phelps.