Freaks at it again!

Yeah, that's right! Those so-called animal lovers, those freaks who want "animal rights" those freaks who hate legal businesses and will say the nastiest things about people they hate then run crying to the city when something almost as bad is said about them...yeah, Blue Jay, that burnt out throw back to the dark ages of the 1960's and his band of retarded butt-monkeys is out there every Saturday trying to ruing another business and trying to destroy yet another business owners life!

Ungar Furs is the unfortunate target this time and, I have to be honest with you folks, I don't forsee this ending any better than the terrorism of the Schumachers. We all know the city REFUSES to do anything, because the 'rights' of the protesters must be protected.

I have a question, a simple question for the simple minds who run this city: What about the rights of everyone else? I hear this bullshit line about the 'protesters rights' and I have to wonder: What about MY rights? What about MY right to be able to shop wherever the hell I want without being harassed by some freak in a dog costume or some butt-ugly cheerleader? What about my right to walk down a sidewalk without having to deal with a group lead by some 1960's burnout looking moron with a video camera hoping to catch some 'evil' fur wearer or some American willing to take a stand against them?

Screw the protesters rights! They have no more right to impeed on the rights of others than I do. And you ass-hats in City Hall are to blame for this. You weak-kneed, noodle-spined, bleeding heart scumbags with your 'love everyone' bullshit are squarely to blame!

Lesse...we can't smoke OUTSIDE in Pioneer Square because that whiney bitch Randy Leonard doesn't like the smell. I personally don't like the smell of those homeless jackasses who beg me for money. Why are we not doing anything about getting rid of them?

We will soon not be able to smoke in bars because 'it's not healthy'...because everyone knows we only go to the bars for our health!

We can't put tape on the sidewalk to make a spot for the parade because the lazy fools who get there late can't sit on the sidewalk *boo-hoo*

Oh, and let's not forget: You need ID to buy spray paint in Portland. This is to lower the graffit in the city...and we all know Portland is the ONLY place you can buy spray paint.

And if you own a business that a few obnoxious, loud-mouth, white pieces of trash happen to dislike, well, you had better just shut your doors and leave because you, as an American business owner, have NO RIGHTS IN PORTLAND.

That's fine. But you need to remember: NOT EVERYONE AGREES. The sad thing is there are very few people who are strong willed like me and are willing to stand up and tell these people to shut the hell up and leave us alone.

So....

I would like to announce the RELAUNCH of a group I came up with during the siege of the Schumachers. See, there is this little animal humping group call In Defense of Animals, or the IDA. They, along with their friends in ALF and PETA seem to hate everything about humans (PETA is even against a cure for AIDS and cancer if it's tested on lab animals, they'd rather you and your children die thatn some animal). I, on the other hand realize the Natural Order of things and that is this: Animals are here for US.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the official relaunce of IDEA: In Defense of Eating Animals! That's right and stage 1 of this rebirth is simple and very tasty: For every protest Blue Jay and his retarded Ass-monkeys stage against a legal business I will see to the death of a stupid animal for no other reason than to eat its flesh.

1 protest=1 dead animal.

AND I will post the pictures of this feast both before it's cooked and how I like it cooked. So, remember this you sick freaks, YOU are going to be responsible for the deaths of many animals. I will think of you, BJ, and all those other freaks, like the old hag who defaced my writings on the sidewalk and then had the nerve to tell me to move, the Ice Queen Veronica even the man who values the life of animals over the comfort of his young child: Matt Rossell.

By the way, I like my meat medium rare. Nothing better than slicing into a hot piece of meat and seeing red in the middle as it leaks out and creates a hot puddle of red on the plate.