Adaptive Curmudgeon

Did You Enjoy The Ride?

Tomorrow will be the final installment in Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels; Chapter 7: Thunderdome. I’ve spent a full month examining politically correct nonsense so I can take the best possible figurative dump on it. Have I succeeded? Are you entertained?

I’ve put up 21 posts since February 19th. That’s 58 pages of satirical bullshit. The entire story, which is yours to enjoy at Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels, runs to 304 pages. You’d think, after all that concentrated mockery, I’d be done. Wrong! There is just so much stuff to laugh at. (Edna would not approve of that last sentence. “There is stuff at which we laugh. Please find a better noun than stuff. Are you a troglodyte?”)

As UATK says, the story “wanders into the weeds to play with its toes from time to time” (A statement which I consider a compliment whether it was intended as such or not. I should tattoo it on my ass.) That’s the point. Bullshit is everywhere. It’s amazing really.

I can’t help but satirize bullshit. Why? Because to take it seriously is almost fatal to the soul. You gotta’ watch out. We must laugh or we’ll all end up like this guy.

Also, it’s fun. Some people stop to smell the roses. I take time to laugh at bullshit.

We live in a time of absolutely massive amounts of bullshit. There is still plenty left to be mocked. The vein of stupidity runs deep into the mountainside of dumbass and I’m going to mine it for all it’s worth. Not only is there the deep mineralized bullshit common to all eras, there’s a veritable landslide of “I just can’t believe this shit” laying there on the surface for my amusement. The whole thing is exacerbated by thundering herds of sheep who actually take this shit seriously. They’ll believe any damn thing the media tells them and it’s ridiculous that we let them near the steering wheel of civilization.

Sadly, I’ve got a real job and a transmission to finance. I must temporarily set aside the keyboard and attend to more mundane tasks. If you liked what you read, please consider donations via PayPal or Patreon. (I also accept silver, ammo, whiskey, and Dodge transmission parts). If you already donated, you’re obviously the greatest reader ever. Thank you very much. It makes a big difference. If you’re broke, I get it. Pay it forward when you can.

Here are the links for the most recent chapter. A full month’s worth of satire! Enjoy it. Tomorrow’s post is the last one for a while.

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