birdsite, shenanigans, possible accidental subtoot
Telling me "you know, yelling at conservatives on Twitter isn't going to change any minds" is exactly equivalent to going up to a skeet shooter while they're on the range, clicking your tongue in the most patronizing possible manner, and saying, "You know, those aren't real pigeons. They'd probably taste awful."
It's a damn sport. It's my scratching post. I type (and snark) lightning fast so it's actually relatively little time and energy out of my day. It keeps my wits and tongue sharp for when I really need them. It's good for Martians and gives us clear eyes and a glossy coat.
So bugger off, small skittish conflict-averse creatures, and let the large homicidal psycho jungle cat do her large cat thing. :D <3
