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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: CollectivismMustDie on June 13, 2015, 10:46:00 PM
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I saw your post about the evolution of Dewey, and I could not help but be touched. So touched in fact, that I searched for and found your original coming out post:
New members to the Cave probably don't know it, but I am a Dog.
I know, I know, you've seen the pictures, and I look human. Bipedal, no visible tail, my ears are on the sides of my head and not on top. If you tested my blood, it would be human blood.
But 'reality' means nothing. It's what we want, and feeeeel, that counts. I want to be a dog; I feeeeel like a dog; so by the proglodytes' rules, I am now a dog.
Not just any dog; I am a black Basset hound. In keeping with my transformation, my new name is Dewey. Why Dewey? If you have ever seen a male Basset hound, you'll understand.
I demand that the government pay for my transformative surgery, and I demand to be exempt from taxes and jury duty. I demand reparations from the Korean government for all of my dog brothers and sisters eaten by Koreans over the years. I demand reparations from the Canadian government for all of my Husky brothers and sisters who have been enslaved and made to pull dogsleds. I also demand the freedom to lick my balls in public without being oppressed by the police.
I want to thank you for freeing me. Your coming out, inspired me and gave me the courage to post the following:
As some may have noticed, I haven't been posting much. I've been struggling with inner demons. Fundamental questions that shake one to their very core, and change ones perceptions of the world, and what is and it not, forever. Feeling like I don't know who or what I am. Struggling to find meaning. Understanding. Of myself. Of my identity. No more. Courage has lit the way for me, shone light on the answers for me. Its all so clear, and now I'm not afraid to say it loud and proud:
I finally know who and what I am, and I shed my societally imposed identity forever!
I'm a 1/4 Native American, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Norwegian American, 1/4 Avian American (passenger pigeon), lesbian female. And I'm trapped in the body of a white male.
Accordingly, my property is now a reservation, a sovereign nation, and a bird sanctuary. We are planning on a casino next year, and will have a duty free smoke shop open next month.
I declare myself Chief of Tribal Police, Judge of Tribal Court, Head of the reservation branch of the naacp, Head of the reservation NOW chapter, and President of the Tribal Gaming Commission, reservation shaman and medicine woman/bird, and reservation RDS (Reparations Demand Specialist).
I demand reparations, large tracts of land, for what was done to my native american brothers and sisters.
I demand reparations AND my 20 acres...and a pony too, crackers, for what was done to my African American brothers and sisters during slavery and jim crow.
In an effort to counter my white privilege, I demand reparations for the death and destruction to non-vikings that my 1/4 ancestor vikings, caused to my 3/4 ancestor non-vikings.
And last but not least, The Entire World will pay me reparations, for the systematic genocide of my entire race. Bounties were places on the heads of my brothers and sisters until there were none left. Our wings were clipped. We were experimented on. We were shot. WE WERE MADE TO CARRY NOTES! And and you expected all of the above for chicken feed. I alone brought the species back from extinction, and the entire world will now pay up for its hatred of Avian Americans. I also demand protection from, and restriction of, people who identify as cats. They are predatory hatefully people, and should be shunned and treated as such.
My name is Gracie Cluckingbird-Skallagrimsson-Shabazz, and I stand in solidarity with Dewey.
:rotf:
CMD
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I'm not going to lie.
People pretending to be animals kinda creep me the hell out.
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Quote from CMD...
and a bird sanctuary
Don't put up any warm and fuzzy windmills.
They are brutal to avian Americans.
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:cheersmate: :cheersmate: :cheersmate:
In solidarity, winged sister!
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I'm not going to lie.
People pretending to be animals kinda creep me the hell out.
That's an artifact of your Human Privilege.
It is futile to attempt to free yourself of it. However, you will be hounded incessantly-- especially by Big Dog-- until you try. And then there will still be no end until you fall into the sweet relief of death, which will at last purge your inborn guilt.
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My story is short....I'm a white male trapped in a white mans body. :bawl:
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That's an artifact of your Human Privilege.
It is futile to attempt to free yourself of it. However, you will be hounded incessantly-- especially by Big Dog-- until you try. And then there will still be no end until you fall into the sweet relief of death, which will at last purge your inborn guilt.
Yup, yup, yup. 'Cuz hounding is what I do.
(http://images.rapgenius.com/de2667525aa8af77b6889b886f5fb33e.400x300x1.jpg)
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That's an artifact of your Human Privilege.
Human?
I'm a timid woodland creature.
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My story is short....I'm a white male trapped in a white mans body. :bawl:
I was a man trapped inside a woman's body...until I was born.
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I'm a 1/4 Native American, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Norwegian American, 1/4 Avian American (passenger pigeon), lesbian female. And I'm trapped in the body of a white male.
Whereas I am a male lesbian black Basset hound named Dewey, trapped in a straight white male human body.
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Coming out can be dangerous, as this Trans-Zebra learned.
(http://toco.distractify.com/postimage/201502/12/cd7fa393e9deab4e4403d200e11cc0e2_650x.jpg)
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That's an artifact of your Human Privilege.
Human?
I'm a timid woodland creature.
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Human?
I'm a timid woodland creature.
You better toughen up.
You have a ptarmigan who is out to get you.
Cue the Road Runner theme song.
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That's an artifact of your Human Privilege.
:rofl:
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You better toughen up.
You have a ptarmigan who is out to get you.
Cue the Road Runner theme song.
Ptarmigans aren't exactly rocket scientists--Hell, they're not even "sooper geniuses."
:fuelfire: :whistling:
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I saw your post about the evolution of Dewey, and I could not help but be touched. So touched in fact, that I searched for and found your original coming out post:
I want to thank you for freeing me. Your coming out, inspired me and gave me the courage to post the following:
As some may have noticed, I haven't been posting much. I've been struggling with inner demons. Fundamental questions that shake one to their very core, and change ones perceptions of the world, and what is and it not, forever. Feeling like I don't know who or what I am. Struggling to find meaning. Understanding. Of myself. Of my identity. No more. Courage has lit the way for me, shone light on the answers for me. Its all so clear, and now I'm not afraid to say it loud and proud:
I finally know who and what I am, and I shed my societally imposed identity forever!
I'm a 1/4 Native American, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Norwegian American, 1/4 Avian American (passenger pigeon), lesbian female. And I'm trapped in the body of a white male.
Accordingly, my property is now a reservation, a sovereign nation, and a bird sanctuary. We are planning on a casino next year, and will have a duty free smoke shop open next month.
I declare myself Chief of Tribal Police, Judge of Tribal Court, Head of the reservation branch of the naacp, Head of the reservation NOW chapter, and President of the Tribal Gaming Commission, reservation shaman and medicine woman/bird, and reservation RDS (Reparations Demand Specialist).
I demand reparations, large tracts of land, for what was done to my native american brothers and sisters.
I demand reparations AND my 20 acres...and a pony too, crackers, for what was done to my African American brothers and sisters during slavery and jim crow.
In an effort to counter my white privilege, I demand reparations for the death and destruction to non-vikings that my 1/4 ancestor vikings, caused to my 3/4 ancestor non-vikings.
And last but not least, The Entire World will pay me reparations, for the systematic genocide of my entire race. Bounties were places on the heads of my brothers and sisters until there were none left. Our wings were clipped. We were experimented on. We were shot. WE WERE MADE TO CARRY NOTES! And and you expected all of the above for chicken feed. I alone brought the species back from extinction, and the entire world will now pay up for its hatred of Avian Americans. I also demand protection from, and restriction of, people who identify as cats. They are predatory hatefully people, and should be shunned and treated as such.
My name is Gracie Cluckingbird-Skallagrimsson-Shabazz, and I stand in solidarity with Dewey.
:rotf:
CMD
I was with you right up until, "My name is Gracie Cluckingbird-Skallagrimsson-Shabazz" :thatsright:
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I saw your post about the evolution of Dewey, and I could not help but be touched. So touched in fact, that I searched for and found your original coming out post:
I want to thank you for freeing me. Your coming out, inspired me and gave me the courage to post the following:
As some may have noticed, I haven't been posting much. I've been struggling with inner demons. Fundamental questions that shake one to their very core, and change ones perceptions of the world, and what is and it not, forever. Feeling like I don't know who or what I am. Struggling to find meaning. Understanding. Of myself. Of my identity. No more. Courage has lit the way for me, shone light on the answers for me. Its all so clear, and now I'm not afraid to say it loud and proud:
I finally know who and what I am, and I shed my societally imposed identity forever!
I'm a 1/4 Native American, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Norwegian American, 1/4 Avian American (passenger pigeon), lesbian female. And I'm trapped in the body of a white male.
Accordingly, my property is now a reservation, a sovereign nation, and a bird sanctuary. We are planning on a casino next year, and will have a duty free smoke shop open next month.
I declare myself Chief of Tribal Police, Judge of Tribal Court, Head of the reservation branch of the naacp, Head of the reservation NOW chapter, and President of the Tribal Gaming Commission, reservation shaman and medicine woman/bird, and reservation RDS (Reparations Demand Specialist).
I demand reparations, large tracts of land, for what was done to my native american brothers and sisters.
I demand reparations AND my 20 acres...and a pony too, crackers, for what was done to my African American brothers and sisters during slavery and jim crow.
In an effort to counter my white privilege, I demand reparations for the death and destruction to non-vikings that my 1/4 ancestor vikings, caused to my 3/4 ancestor non-vikings.
And last but not least, The Entire World will pay me reparations, for the systematic genocide of my entire race. Bounties were places on the heads of my brothers and sisters until there were none left. Our wings were clipped. We were experimented on. We were shot. WE WERE MADE TO CARRY NOTES! And and you expected all of the above for chicken feed. I alone brought the species back from extinction, and the entire world will now pay up for its hatred of Avian Americans. I also demand protection from, and restriction of, people who identify as cats. They are predatory hatefully people, and should be shunned and treated as such.
My name is Gracie Cluckingbird-Skallagrimsson-Shabazz, and I stand in solidarity with Dewey.
:rotf:
CMD
I hate to break the news to you guys, but for some reason it doesn't work with us. If you remember I tried awhile back figuring I'd have all sorts of money rolling in, but it never happened.
CMD if you would make the change shown below you may have a chance...
I'm a 1/4 Native American, 1/4 African American, 1/4 Norwegian American, 1/4 Avian American (passenger pigeon), lesbian female. And I'm trapped in the body of an albino Australian aborigine that looks caucasian.
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but it never happened.
I know, Flippy, but he demands it!
:cheersmate: ESPN Courage Awards all around! Looking forward to the Duty-free smoke shop!