I think the ratio speaks for itself.

Comic books are one example and an early one. Remember when Jane Foster became Thor?

But it's most obvious with tabletop war games.

The outrage farmers love to go after Cerb, saying they're pushing a political agenda when they just paint pride minis.

And then the pipeline flows.

Does anyone else's cat twist their head 180 degrees when getting scritches? Or is my roommate's cat just possessed?

Either way, Lilith's purr sounded like a diesel engine revving.

I have /tried/ to have constructive discussions with Trump supporters, but I found out very quickly that nothing I say matters or will further the dialogue.

Last time I tried, I got told to 41% myself.

I honestly love this mindset. It should be more common. They don't want a debate.

My favorite response I've used is "someone who covers their drink when you walk in the bar."

Remember this when the holidays roll around and that right-wing uncle or cousin opens his mouth.

You know what sucks? Getting the first good idea for a book in years and not being able to write even the first chapter because my wrist sounds like a cement mixer.

I didn't even write that many articles this week.

Yet, here I am. FML

My roommate's cat is lovable, but HE KNOCKED OVER THE GARBAGE LAST NIGHT GETTING THE ZOOMIES.

THIS ANIMAL WEIGHS 15 POUNDS AND GETS ZOOMIES.

IT SOUNDS LIKE SOMEONE'S DROPPING BASEBALLS WHEN HE RUNS.

AND HE CRASHED INTO THE TRAD
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My girlfriend and I finished a 1 year Warhammer 40K Black Crusade campaign.

I played a follower of Slaanesh leading a warband against the Imperium in her homebrew sector.

The story is still continuing, but now I am playing a fallen sister of battle.

Who worships Khorne. And fights with her fists.

The kind of rhetoric that keeps attracting these kind of folks.

Because if a Nazi shows up to your rally and they're not immediately booted out, then it's a Nazi rally.

Consider the following.

I love having people call me on my day off, saying they want me to come cover their event they could have told me about a week ago but are only just remembering to tell me now.

Sucks to be you, dude. I'm busy living my best puppy life right now.

Puppymaxing, if you will.

I'll pass.

Don't threaten me with a good time.

I'll never not laugh at this picture of my roommate's cat I took.

Pic related.

I'd wake up every morning and start doomscrolling Twitter on my phone and regret it after an hour, only to do it again.

Feels awesome being here now.