Who would have ever guessed that Kamala and her supporters had so much disdain for cats, ducks, and other animals?!? Wow!
An intrepid reporter should request a statement from the American SPCA. Wanna bet they’ll refuse to speak out against this?!
Who would have ever guessed that Kamala and her supporters had so much disdain for cats, ducks, and other animals?!? Wow!
An intrepid reporter should request a statement from the American SPCA. Wanna bet they’ll refuse to speak out against this?!
I didn’t like cats.. Until a cat picked me as his favorite human.. Now I do as I’m told and I’m happy to do so..
It’s Not How You Play the Game, Its Whether You Win or Lose.
Yes, John, it can be revealing to learn what flexibility lurks inside oneself. Congratulations on that journey of discovery.
Kamala Harris recently embarked on a similar journey of discovery and self-awareness, and is reveling in the new-found knowledge that, although her Values Haven’t Changed, which might otherwise cause us to conclude she hates Capitalism as much as did the pre-nomination leftist Hack Kamala (just like her upper-middle class Marxist daddy did); she no longer Hates Fracking with every bone in her once-nubile liberal body (and implicitly no longer plans to ban it outright on her first day in office, although her campaign had not made such a commitment; (her tongue might best go unwiped and unmentioned as it has no apparent political aspirations, only ambitions, and is anyway subject to the political motivations of the larger Kamala; no longer sees the Border Wall as the pinnacle of old white men’s angry racism and misogyny; no longer believes service people should be pursued by 80,000 newly hired IRS agents, all squeezing financially struggling citizens until the Buffalo shits from every nickel they’ve secured in a small jar on the topmost shelf in their closet.
Yes, Kamala’s journey of discovery unquestionably points to remarkable future prosperity and success for the working-class citizens routinely bused in from out of state to celebrate every radish, every morsel of carrot and onion spat upon them from her latest salad.
Incidentally, feline flesh adds a tangy Haitian zest to every salad it adorns. Try not to get any on you.
/sarc/notsarc/
Lost my two “sons”. Both littermates. First one passed 6 years ago, his brother passed this passed summer at 19 years of age a week shy of his 20th birthday.
I can understand how people who raise pets see them as their family.
I miss my guys terribly.
I can’t understand how anyone who loves their pets just like any other member of their family could possibly vote for KKKK. She is the most vile, the most evil candidate that has ever run for public office. Truly a Manchurian candidate.
She’s likely not as consciously evil as Hillary. She plays to the progressive in-crowd the way a frat mattress serves the frat boys. She will do their bidding in office or not. She seems desperate to please, not the people but her people. She is a pathetic individual who will eventually self-destruct and if elected, take the US with her.
Still waiting for a Warren Kinsella Haitian cat stew review.
Perhaps he’s like Cath McKenna and prefers dogs.
One Man’s Pet is Another Man’s Pate.
The ballad of Kamala’s Catless Cat Women.
Kosher Cats, Kosher Cats,
Why are you dying?
Haitians have us in the pan,
Breaded and Frying.
Ducks be all up in here,
Crowded and delightful,
Never could catch one,
A 3rd world mouthful.
Pets are family.
Some stranger kills your pet, revenge is necessary.
Anyone who has sympathy for the people of Hades, needs to be horse-whipped.
Eating suburban wildlife just seems nasty to me.
I saw a duck eat a dozen cigarette butts the other day.
I wonder how that effects the taste?
Canada geese and swans are dicks. Some skinny Haitian is gonna lose an eye or get drowned by a swan.