Moby over the July 4th weekend decided to apparently make love to some seaweed wraps and got sand in his vagina. He has lashed out at BnR's favorite punching bag, Live Earth.

The stout vegetarian, except for that time he said he would suck blood, has criticized the organizers of Live Earth for selling meat at the events. He is among the nutjobs that echo the animals rights group People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA)*

Moby writes on his blog: "The one thing that still stuns me, though, is that almost no-one in the 'stop global warming' camp talks about the enviromental ramification of animal production. To quote a U.N. article: Rearing cattle produces more greenhouse gases than driving cars. At the Live Earth concerts people were eating hamburgers and hot dogs and chicken, which is akin to getting drunk at the funeral for someone who died of alcohol posioning."

I guess Moby would be in favor of the senseless slaughter of every cow in the world so we could eliminate the methane produced by them. Bullshit!

I also think Moby is a bit out of line to talk about tastelessness at a funeral. If I die of alcohol poisoning feel free to drink as much as you want at my funeral. The only problem is I will be taxodermed to be a fully functional party table. The beer will flow from my penis, my mouth will be open and engorged with nacho cheese and a plate of delicious nachos will be located on my flat, out-stretched hand.

I will also be wearing my favorite shirt:



*Peta link goes to the Penn & Teller Bullshit video, which is a must view.