In Defense of Animals?

Alright, this is my third runin with these less than intelligent people from the IDA and let me tell you, they did NOT disappoint, nor did they make ANY valid points or observations...of course nuts like these people rarely do.

(Warning: This is going to be a LONG post since I feel it's important to document exactly how inept these people really are)

February 11, 2006:

Done with work I was on my way home, riding the MAX, and I was having a less than stellar day. I was missing my sister really bad and had been in a funk for a few days running.
While riding the MAX I like to read since it makes it easier to ignore the pathetic bums who like to beg for money instead of getting real work.
I happened to look out of the window and notice the so-called animal rights group IDA protesting infront of the same fur store so I figured A) a nice walk would be nice and B) what a great way to blow off some steam: piss of the loonies by disareeing with them.
With my book, The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, I walk between the store and the peanut gallery just as some customers walk in to the store and some chick screamed some foul word at them, since that's what you do when you want someone to agree with you, but her words drilled right into my ear first.
I stopped and looked at her, she smiled and apologized, "I was screaming at those people there..."
"You mean the ones who simply went into a legitimate business?"
Her smile faded, "There is NOTHING legitimate about this business!"
"Sure it is, It's providing a service that people want and there's nothing wrong with that."
I then suggest that they perhaps get a job or find a hobby, not in a rude way though and said harrassing a business isnt cool and turned to leave when the girl next to her, hiding under her purple top-hat and gaudy glasses said:
"Asshole."
I stopped, turned back to face her, "What did you call me?"
"Nothing." These people HATE it when you aren't intimidated.
"You called me an asshole..."

Costumes are and interesting part of these protestors play acting. They wear the gaudiest things like fake fur coats since it's OK to kill fake animals, and tend to cover their whole face so noone can see who they are.
On the news they are called Terrorists.

So, I began to look at what was about to happen as an expierment in human stupidity. In the Fake Fur Brown Corner: 6 so-called protestors with no idea how to participate in the Arena of Ideas because most people will try to avoid being shouted at, sworn at, called names and asked stupid questions.
In the Full-Blooded American Red Corner: Me. The one person who ISN'T afraid to be shouted at, sworn at, called names and will laugh at stupid questions.

Stupid Question #1: How would you like to be killed by electric anal probe?! Oh, wait, you'd probably enjoy it!"
Me: I simply rolled my eyes here, I mean, the pure stupidity was almost deafening.
Stupid Question #2: How would you like it if you were on the bottom of the food chain and someone skinned you?!
Me: I'm not on the bottom of the food chain, am I? If I were I'd be to stupid to realize what was going on anyway. I still see nothing wrong with wearing fur.
Stupid Question #3: What's in your hand.
Me: A Book.

For some reason my book, one of those 'leather bound, gold paged' deals drew some attention, she asked what KIND of book so I showed her...
"Oh," she said walking away, "I though it was a Bible."
So, if I were reading the Bible...one wonders....

Basically, this whole thing continued with a bunch of mindless children pretending to be grown up yet not being able to handle a debate with someone who simply disagree with them and is willing to voice an opposing view.
Not once did I call any of them names, yet I was repeatedly called an Asshole, Bastard, Son of a Bitch, Ignorant, Animal Hater, and animal abuser.

I'm almost out of time...look out for a part 2 of this circus since it got really interesting later on...