"'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Nercessian house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but little did they know the ALF was there.
As sales director at AstraZeneca investor Blackrock, Terence Nercessian supports the torture and murder of five hundred animals every day at Huntingdon Life Sciences. He lives a nice life with a nice family in a cozy nice house at 5813 Washington Avenue in Whittier. But Terence and Blackrock hate animals and hate free speech, so they left the ALF no choice but to step in and be naughty. Terence, we hope you like the new festive red and green paint job to which you awoke on Christmas morning. We hope that the paint stripper and glass etcher on your car did not prevent you from driving to see either your or your wife's large extended families. We hope that the odor of the butyric acid seeping into your front porch did not drown out the sweet scent of the pine tree too much. We also hope you see that you get what you give, and that when your Christmas presents are paid for by the torture and misery of innocent creatures, you receive only misery in return. How does it feel to be the pariah of the neighborhood, Terence? The animals get no break during the holidays, and neither will your or your coworkers. Divest from AstraZeneca."