If only PETA would get upset about the daily slaughter of children in their mother’s wombs.
From Creative Minority Report:
Yup. That’s right. Beer served from the carcass of a dead animal. It’s kinda’ primal and technologically advanced at the same time.

Mind you, they say the animals died of natural causes but who knows? With guys that are willing to brew beer for dead animal containers, it’s not that hard to imagine them chasing down squirrels in their neighbor’s backyard. Predictably, animal rights activists are…shall we say…a bit upset.
Advocates for Animals’ campaigns director Ross Minett blasted the brew in reports saying: “Using shock tactics to get attention is terribly out of date, especially when this involves exploiting or degrading animals…The modern approach is to celebrate the wonders of animals and respect them as individual sentient creatures.”
Animal rights activist Libby Anderson said: “It’s pointless and it’s very negative to use dead animals when we should be celebrating live animals…This seems to be a perverse idea…It’s just bad thinking about animals, people should learn to respect them, rather than using them for some stupid marketing gimmick.”


YUCK! In order to drink, your lips would come way too close to a dead rodent’s lips. Not too many men would find this appealing. BUT on a more positive note … those coats sure would keep the beer cold!
Oh the irony! I’m not worried about people who this is marketed to, but I would like to know how to find out what all they are using in my skin creams.
PETA is shameless! These people strike me as the type who would put their loved ones’ lives on the backburner for animals.
The city of West Hollywood recently pulled another peice of proof of how decent people may avoid the city like the palgue. A law was recently passed banning fur sales. Some merchants are rightfully mad. This is also the same city that, less than a half dozen years ago, passed a law that states that pets cannot be called pets, and their owners cannot be called owners. Pet owners are to be called “guardians”; what pets are called, I forgot; I’m just glad I don’t live in West Hollywood.