Fur real?

I'm not sure what it is like in other cities but here in the 'burgh full length fur coats are all the rage, and so is my temper. Maybe I expect a bit to much out of this city, although considering that most of the population roots for an ever failing baseball team, thinks "yinz" and "n'at" are proper English, and considers sauerkraut and kielbasa a delicacy I'm not sure why, but seriously. Floor length fur coats at the movie theater?
I hope I'm not the only person that makes wide detours around these pudgy, middle aged low lives as they waddle seemingly unaware of the torture barely sheathing their bulging waist lines. Or glares relentlessly at the skinny debutante who is seated beside you at a restaurant stroking her mink wrap, muttering under my breath what I'd like to do with her skin. Yes, aside from ill prepared tofu, nothing makes me quite as irate as fur clothing. They say ignorance is bliss, and in the case of fur I might have to agree. After seeing videos of anal electrocution, dogs being skinned alive, and the naked bodies of these tiny creatures tossed in shallow graves I can't not be angry. It's hard to explain to the ignorant how just passing a fur store, or a person wearing fur makes me want to cry, vomit, and hit something. That's why I'll be protesting this Saturday in 27 degree weather, because to get through this season I need those honks, cheers, and raised fists. To know that I'm not alone.
Thanks for adding me to the group Popey!