Nancy Pennington--animal rights activist, old lady, and slayer of straw men--wants you to know that she isn’t a terrorist. She wants you to know that she engages in boycotts, leaflet drives, and volunteer work, but none of that makes her a terrorist.

Which is, you know, painfully obvious to anyone who isn’t so blinded by their own sense of self-importance that they don’t realize that no one is calling her a terrorist. There is no general concensus saying that the animal rights people are terrorists--at least, not those who confine their activities to legal methods that don’t involve breaking and entering, destruction of private property, or the vandalism of same. It would be a surprise to Nancy to learn that the term terrorist isn’t a term that is tossed around just because a person or group disagrees with the current administration.

Terrorism takes acts of violence designed to inspire terror in the greater populace in a hopes of forcing acceptance of a political agenda.

Just because I care about the welfare and fate of animals doesn’t make me a terrorist. It makes me an animal activist, if you will, or an animal advocate or simply a decent, compassionate person.
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This has taken the form of protests, letter writing and phone calls, volunteer work, political action, boycotts and education. I’ve never hurt any living creature, yet I am reviled for simply trying to make the lives of animals better.

I’m sure she isn’t reviled because she wants to make the lives of animals better. She’s reviled because she’s an overwhelming prig who is probably a serious downer at parties. She’s a self-righteous grandma with a persecution complex, imagining that the Evil Administration of the Bushpocalypse is calling her bad names.

A serious newspaper wouldn’t give such drivel a platform. Fortunately, at least for goofy entertainment value, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer isn’t what I would consider a serious newspaper.

Read the story.

2:39 a.m. Still not sleepy, darnit.