Wherefore hast thou followed me? For thou art large of breasts, but barren of posts.
I blocketh thee! For breasts impress not without a tongue.
Scurry now, but may thee returneth here welcomed whence thou hast something to say.

My cover of Roy Orbison's Crying (teaser)

BEHOLD, THE SUN'S BUTTHOLE

I am no teeny bopper defecting from Tik Tok. I am a Gen X fiddy-something defecting from Facebook.

We are not the same.

Many do care, George. They were led to believe falsehoods, and act upon them the same way you and I would act upon truth—by telling others and hoping someone listens.

By continuing to tell, despite being ridiculed, insulted, and condescended to by thousands. Good people... who are just plain wrong.

As soon as we allow that the most hated of us is not human, we take a step toward becoming them.

Forced respect has the weakest effect.
-R.L.