Apologies to any furries, or other kin who might be reading and feel hurt, but I genuinely don't get how you feel the way you do. BUT

I also don't HAVE to "get it" to know it's who you are, it's part of your identity, and even if I wanted to change it I couldn't.

Be as "weird" or "normal" or "kinky" or "reserved" as you want to be. It's none of my business. It's none of anyone's business except yours.

All the bullshit fear mongering hatred is so fucking stupid. "oh look they are wearing something that helps them feel closer to who they are, that makes me angry!" like Bruh.... There are much more important things to worry about. Like how the country is going to implode in the next 4 years because half the US is bigoted pieces of shit who want a bigoted piece of shit in charge, and they LITERALLY want to wipe out people like this.....

Fuck outta here with bullshit divisive hatred over something as trivial as "they're a furry/something not cishetero/whatever"

Be a furry. Be ungovernable. Be whatever you are. To hell with republican hangups.

I remember reading all about how Springfield was covered in illegal immigrants burning businesses and homes, robbing trash cans, rating babies and kidnapping cats.

Some of that might be mixed up, but the again so was I considering I thought it looked rather pleasant with tons of people having fun outside as I rode my bike around for hours literally the same day I read the posts

Clearly the shady criminal underbelly is just cleverly concealed and the residents all work together to cover up the crimes that happen to them.

Then the friends I was biking with started getting flyers from various hate groups shoved into their mail telling them "immigrants and negroids aren't welcome"

MAGAts sure do make the country a place I want to live in filled with hate, misery, and death...

Damn, crazy how they had so many lined up like that and perfectly timed the demolitions for this shot.

That must have taken at least five full minutes of preparation!

People like this get to piss away money while millions go homeless without a meal today.

I don't understand some people.

Depending on how familiar I am with the sound tech, I like to vary between the standard "check 1-2, testing testing. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. Spinx of black quartz, judge my vow. Richard of York gave battle in vain." to "this is your mic checker, checking in. It's a balmy room temperature in here, uhhhhhhhhh...." and then talk like a airline pilot giving the pre-flight speech. Or even start making basically every audible sound I can think of that they might be dealing with while also trying to make the tech laugh because I know he's usually super serious and doesn't get anything other than the usual "check one two three" 9/10 times.

I'll have you know I have never once accidentally made a Cronenburg monster.

My in-laws are bitching about "how bad" the weather will be after it makes it's way to Ohio.

I understand losing power for a few hours is irritating, but have some fucking perspective. You can go see actual devastation with a single tank of gas.

Also the weird fixation with perfectly manicured lawns with absolutely no debris and no plants touching any other plants.

They like to lay their eggs on leaves and grasses on the ground. Doesn't mix well with lawn mowers and rakes.

I used to mow my parents property, and I would leave about 1/4 acre unmowed on the side, touching the treeline. They had so many fireflies hanging around the tall grass over the summers.

This summer I moved too far to keep mowing, and they don't leave anything, and have been complaining they haven't seen any fireflies all summer.

I take it as more "I am also a vampire with a castle, and understand your pain. I am completely out, so now I'm in line at the store."

Everyone is free to stab themselves in the knee with a grill meat fork.

Just make sure you're ready to accept the consequences of stabbing yourself with a grill meat fork.

The smaller you get, the more bizarre things become.

The world as you know it ceases to exist.

Here there be monsters.

Same energy as Quinten Tarantino refusing to answer some questions about violence in media or using the N word in movies.

It's been asked a thousand times, you have nothing new to add to this discussion, we're moving on.