When You Have Way Too Much Time …

Feb 8, 2010 by

Sometimes you’ll come up with a silly idea.  An idea that pretty much makes anything important you might want to say rather suspect.

Such is the case recently with PETA (the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) AKA (People Extremely and Totally Absurd).  They now want us to free Punxsutawney Phil – you know, the groundhog – and exchange him with a robot.

Yes.

Quote: It’s time to consider “retiring Phil to a sanctuary and replacing him with an electronic groundhog,” says the official PETA blog. “Phil is forced to be on display year round at the local library and is denied the ability to prepare for and enter yearly hibernation…. Add to that the displeasure of large, screaming crowds, flashing lights of cameras, and human handling.”

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The problem, as I stated earlier, is this is just silly.  The group promotes animal rights, and I’m all for that. I think we have every right to eat whatever animal we want.  So at least we’re in agreement there.

But when you try and start a campaign to get rid of a groundhog, I think you’re just going a little too far.  They need to stick to important programs.

You know the ones – serious subjects like getting celebrities to show they’d rather “go naked than wear fur.

3 Comments

  1. Maybe the animatronic gopher from Caddyshack is available to fill in for Phil.

  2. Probably would liven up the festivities a bit. Interesting that Bill Murray is in both movies

  3. Bart

    That furry l’il varmint wouldn’t weigh 300 pounds in the wild. Bet if you opened the door, that boy’d jump in his hole and start kicking excrement skyward.