Barry Saunders: I Abuse Animals For Fun

In an odd defense of Bob Etheridge and his assault on a student who asked him a question, Barry Saunders admits to abusing animals.

Most guys who've ever dated a woman with a pet they didn't like know how to surreptitiously poke Fluffy or elbow it in the ribs while appearing to caress it.

(Note to the woman he's dating: Yeah, you might not want him to look after Fluffy for the weekend. It might end up in the freezer.)

That's quite the defense, I suppose. A lot of analogies could be made here, I think (So that's how Democrats treat voters!, So that's how politicians treat tax payers!, etc etc etc) but I think this little comment here - which apparently he thinks is somewhat normal - betrays his true feelings.

Instead of ignoring the kid on the street (Etheridge is, of course, under no obligation to answer or even acknowledge the person), he grabs his wrist, steals his phone and goes all creeper on him. Fluffy deserved to be poked, and elbowed for doing, um, nothing wrong.

In the rest of the column, Saunders seems to be obsessed with the students for not having a face. He mentions it 6 or 7 times. There might be some further issues here to discuss, but that'd really be between him and his therapist, I'm sure.

In the mean time, I'd like to invite PETA to denounce Saunders for admitting to casual animal abuse.