A pair of shadowy figures, tiny in stature, moved through the castle silently. Only a hint of reddish fur or fuzzy tail could ever be seen, and only when out of view by the few moving through the corridors after dinner.
One lifted the other into a vent, then was lifted up as well. Slipping past the chatting kittehs though this path, they ended up in the store room. A quick shuffle to the other side revealed a trap door, both slipping through just as a maid opened the proper door. They made their way down it quickly, having timed the routes of those employed at the castle to within acceptable error margins, and popped out of the other side perfectly in between a pair of guards watching the area.
They slunk along through a nearby hallway, pulling a candle to drop the both of them onto the floor below, right on top of the cabinets of the pantry. Slipping past the surveilance system, one of them took out a glove, slipped it on, and put their hand on the panel. A beep confirmed its acceptance, and the panel slid open to reveal a ceramic jar. Not to be fooled, the other one quickly typed in the passcode on the hidden panel next to it, and the illusion faded. A second jar, the one the first had been modeled on, popped up from underneath, with a note on it.
"Not for little foxes. This means you."
Proud they had gotten this far, they reached for their prize, only to be snared by the magical ropes that sprung from the note.
Mia: EEEEK!
Alex: Not again!
The light went on and Kiri strode in, a very amused look on her face. Five years hadn't changed much. Her bust was a little bigger after nursing 3 pups, the worry lines had nearly disappeared despite her responsibilities, but she hadn't let royal life impact her fitness. Dealing with two precocious foxes and three rambunctious puppehs was easier than she imagined now that the "takes a village to raise a child" tendancy of therianthropes was commonplace, but they were still quite the handful.
Kiri: So close, and yet so far. Or were you?
Alex: But...but...cookies!
Mia: Extra yummy Mama Kiri cookies!
Kiri: *chuckles* You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to raid the cookie jar.
Alex: *pout*
Mia:
Kiri: That is just adorable. But you know the rule. No vegetables, no cookies.
Alex: We ate them!
Kiri:
Alex:
Kiri:
Alex: ...I'll go enlarge them again...
"Some men see things as they are and say 'why?' I dream things that never were and say 'why not?'"
OOC: Judging by their performance at 9, if Alex decides he wants his father's inheritance, Drake had better watch his tailfeathers.
IC:
His tail twitched. The Prey was almost in reach, unaware of his presence as he stalked along the roof towards It. This time he was going to beat Lashara to dinner. Little sisters could be so annoying... even if they were just a few minutes younger.
Kirak edged forward... just a little more... and then the beams supporting him creaked and fell in under the tiger kitteh's weight.
Instinctively he pounced, right for his Prey. The bird took off as he missed it. Unfortunately the end of the roof he had jumped for was also gone. Kirak caught a glimpse of his father's aghast face below as he ran around the corner, then he was plunging downwards. The kitteh had time to wonder if he would land on his feet, before something changed, and he soared back upwards on the black wings that had sprung from his shoulders.
This was fun! But somehow Kirak knew he was still going to be in trouble when he came down.
*****
Irik sighed in relief. He'd wondered how long it would take before his mate's side of the family showed through, and he praised Pyriel that it had happened in time to prevent a disaster. The only problem was that now it was going to be at least three times as hard to keep track of the pair of already elusive half-dragon kittehs as before one of them found his wings. Their ongoing competitions trying to outdo each other ensured Lash would manage to copy her brother's feat within the next day or so...
Maybe he and Tasha should get some advice from Ninian about how the Scarrow clan kept track of winged children. It wasn't something that he had any experience with.
First thing for people working on providing new features should remember:
People hate change for the sake of change. They usually don't mind genuine improvements, but change just because it's change and therefore cool tends to get hackles raised.
Second thing for people working on providing new 'improved' features should remember:
It shouldn't be hard for users to figure out how to turn them off if they don't like them. Just because the programmer thinks he's had a great idea doesn't mean everyone else is going to agree with them.
A trio of now barely teenaged kittehs, the triplets that had sprung from Tomoyo's enthusiasm for Marie, Ben, and Maevac, picked through the library to little success. The insignia of St. Marie's Academy could be seen on their uniforms, but most of the fabric was ripped and torn, despite appearing brand new.
Lyta: Man, there's nothing in here on how to prevent catastrophic wardrobe malfunctions.
Jak: Seriously. I mean, they had to install Shelves of Infinite Holding to hold all the self help books Mom writes. You'd think she'd have done at least ONE chapter on it.
Illis: Maybe if we didn't wear clothing that tore like tissue paper. *rips off his sleeve with ease*
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Monthy meeting of the Harem Slaves Club
Ben:
Maevac:
Aglin:
Yeah, that's pretty much all they do.
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Sarahgrad
Sarah: *wag* A little to the left, sweetie.
A young boy easily five feet tall but looking maybe four years old, with wolf-dominant features mixed with other lines, picks up the couch and moves it with ease a few inches left.
Sarah: Perfect! *scritches his ears* Who's my helpful little man?
Thunk Jr.: :D Me!
Glancing outside, Sarah saw another abnormally large omniwolf, female this time, playfully running away from a much smaller fox as it yipped at her. It was always nice to see Gina and her Uncle Nogi playing.
Sarah: Honey, have you seen your father?
Gina, tackled by Nogi, picks him up and sets him on her head.
Gina: Daddeh's helping Auntie Kagura collect trees for the temple renovation.
Sarah: Oh, right. Thanks, Gina.
The Temple of Yumiko had been rebuilt for the first time in centuries, but the intensity of the services and celebrations forced an almost continual refitting of the structure. The wolves of Sarahgrad had found the free spiritedness of the boars to be refreshing, and the city had grown by leaps and bounds thanks at first to the tourism aspect of the Greattusk's unusual cultural displays. Recently, the those of Yumiko's line had found themselves in great demand as brawlers, miners, builders, and therapists.
Yeah, you read that last part right. They're really good at relieving stress and getting past traumatic blocks.
Elina: I still have no idea how you manage to survive him in bed.
Sarah: Magic!
Elina: And that is all the detail I need. Your description of how awesome a lover the monocle makes him was disturbing enough.
Sarah: Says the head of the Harem.
Elina: Totally not the same thing.
Sarah: I just like seeing you blush. :D
Three wolf cubs dash between Elina's legs from outside, leaping on Sarah and licking wildly.
Pups: AUNTIE!
Sarah: *GLEE*
Elina: Mom and Momma said they'd meet us there.
Sarah's eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked at her twin through the puppehs.
Sarah: Are you sure teleportation is wise in your...condition?
Elina: *pats her stomach* You enjoy pointing out I'm failing to take my own advice far too much.
Sarah: I also enjoy the fact that I'm simply unable to take that advice now.
Elina: *sigh* I can't help it. He's just so... *eyes glaze over*
Sarah: I'm sure being Alpha is quite the thrill for you, too. I hear you managed to keep Aglin busy enough among the lot of you that he had to as for a vacation.
Elina: :embarrass
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Deis the Octopus Girl: :evillaugh
Lisa: Deis!
Deis: Yes Mama?
Lisa: Hand it over.
Deis: Awwww....
*hands over the Wand of Evards Black Tentacles*
Lisa: You should know better than to rummage through our room.
Deis: I smelled magic. Magic used for mischeif.
Nina the Sheep Girl: That you were gonna use on me!
Deis: Duh.
Lisa: Honey, this is Mama's special magic you're not old enough to use.
Deis: But it sounds like Mom always likes it when you use it on her.
Lisa: *internal * That's beside the point. You're not ready for it yet. Until you learn to keep your tentacles to yourself-
*Deis taps Nina on the shoulder then pulls away, acting innocent*
Lisa: -no way will you get *other* ways of doing that. And do try not to "sleep walk" into your sister's bed and cuddle from now on.
Nina: She's not sleepwalking!
Deis: But she's so soft and cuddly!
Terra: *scoops Nina and Deis up and snuggles them with Scias the rat boy and Momo the ape girl* Yes. Yes she is.
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Liliana: You know, it's too bad they don't like you.
Issac: *mobbed by five werefox pups as he returns home* Yeah. A real shame. :D
Liliana: Any idea what this "surprise" is?
Issac: A few. Want me to potentially spoil it for you?
Liliana: *shrugs* Not really. Just curious.
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Moonshadow: *sniff sniff*
Jacob: Oh, come on, you know me.
Moonshadow: Just checking.
Kristy: Look at how big you've gotten! *huggles Jacob*
Jacob:
Moonshadow: *wags*
Aurala: Seems your sister missed you as well.
Jacob: *being snuggled* Y-yeah...
Aurala: I would expect you to be more used to female attention with so many sisters. *grins teasingly* Or does mommy's little man have a crush on her?
Jacob: MOM!
Kristy: That is just so kyote!
Moonshadow: She means you, Momma.
Given the circumstances of her conception and birth, Moonshadow was in a bit of an awkward spot family wise. The full story behind it had not been disclosed to her, that would be hard enough when she was old enough to understand it. Instead, Kristy and Kiri had agreed to treat her as Gerald's true daughter, and he was more than happy to oblige. The first few years had been uncomfortable between Gerald and Kristy, but the difference between his scent and Fenrir's had even helped to quell the last of the nightmares after a while.
That Moonshadow showed no signs of being her father's daughter, any effect he might have had on her burned away on his annihalation by Fenric, was forever a relief to her doting mother. In fact, the girl had begun to take after the Great Druid, her wit and sharp tonge a source of great pride that had allowed the ancient wolf to finally pass on in peace to join Fenric.
OOC: More later. Homework I've been putting off calls me :/
"Some men see things as they are and say 'why?' I dream things that never were and say 'why not?'"
The Maze was a large building laid out with a constantly shifting internal terrain. While a given area was usually all of a type, the environments ranged from forest through to high tech that would make the Snowbacks jealous. The puppehs all suspected that their mothers had done something to make sure it changed behind their backs, because it never seemed to be the same twice.
They were right. The combination of illusion and actual change of locations allowed nearly any combination to occur, especially when set to randomize the enviroment. And it made a wonderful playground, while granting practice in skills that would be of use later in life. On more rigorous settings it also was good for adult level training.
The four wolves all clearly shared blood. Brown hair, a similarity of features. One stood out as slightly stockier than the others. Amethyst's woof-forged daughter Topaz didn't share the elven blood of her cousins. She did have an advantage right now, because one of her mother's improvements had been to use some Snowback DNA to give her daughter feet that could double as hands. Topaz was finding the going much easier up in the trees that surrounded them, above the underbrush.
Her cousins had formed a wedge. They knew that they were stalking something, but not what. Not yet anyway. Aritha had taken point. Though still young, she seemed fairly set on following in her father's footsteps. Of the four she was by far the best tracker. Fennith was on the left flank. The puppeh surveyed the shadows around them as they advanced, ready to claw or cast as seemed appropriate. She was far more scholarly than her older sib, and there was little doubt that she would excel as an arcane caster if such was the path she chose. Kiri had talked about it with Rae. Fennith would be welcome to study with the Arcane Congress when she came of age.
To the right Cairdal stalked in full wolf shape. Which made him an absolutely adorable ball of fluff with huge paws, to his acute embarrassment. Thus far he hadn't shown any particular bents in his skills, but had proven quite capable at most things.
The charge came in from behind. A crashing sound gave a moment's warning, enough for Cairdal to turn as the blurred shape jumped towards Fennith. The puppeh was rolled off her feet as her brother sunk his fangs into their assailant. Aritha charged back, distracting the foe long enough for Fennith to regain her footing, while Topaz dropped from above onto its back. An extra set of hands meant an extra set of talons too...
It was only a brief moment before a wheezing noise followed by a big pop indicated a balloon giving up the ghost. The animated construct collapsed in on itself, dissolving to reveal their reward - lunch. A fine helping of sandwiches, meat, and milk bones.
First thing for people working on providing new features should remember:
People hate change for the sake of change. They usually don't mind genuine improvements, but change just because it's change and therefore cool tends to get hackles raised.
Second thing for people working on providing new 'improved' features should remember:
It shouldn't be hard for users to figure out how to turn them off if they don't like them. Just because the programmer thinks he's had a great idea doesn't mean everyone else is going to agree with them.
A lot had been done in five years. The work on Patch's living fast-growth plant-houses had progressed quickly, allowing rapid shelter for refugees. The artificers and druids working on them had even managed to design the plants to grow edible fruit which aided in the food distribution.
The plants as houses weren't so effective in the cities, where space tended to be at a premium, but vines which grew well in city conditions, provided edible fruit, and could act to reinforce the structures they were growing on as they aged and hardened were welcome. Even Sharn was becoming much greener than in the past as the plants grew up from the Cogs.
Another reason that they were popular was that, unlike the products of the Dragonmarked Houses, the plants were freely distributed to those in need, and could actually reproduce themselves once mature.
The Dragonmarked Houses were still economically important, but they had failed to regain the levels of influence that had once given them the collective clout to effectively hold the Five Nations to ransom. The outright distrust that Merrix and his predecessors in House Cannith had caused, the mercenary behaviour of House Jorasco towards healing anyone without being paid on the spot... people just didn't trust most of them, even when they needed their services.
The ongoing feud between House Cannith under Drake and the remaining Houses had become something of a joke too, the butt of many a punchline or humorous tavern song.
Dalin had formally retired from House Vadalis administration several months after the coronation of Gerald and Kiri. Celeste's remaining contacts within the House suggested that he had effectively been forced out after the rest of the family lost confidence in him. Having the girl he excoriated as an embarrasment to the House becoming Empress of Khovaire had been the final blow to his credibility as an administrator, though such matters were kept private of course.
Disturbingly the Hojos, still lead by Kiri's cousin and the late Zorlan's wife Ritsuko, were actually involved in negotiations with the Twelve to try and take Cannith's place on that body. To date nobody could find any credible evidence that the group was still involved in the same affairs of dubious sanity that had culminated in their alliance with Zorlan, but the Watchmen still watched. Unfortunately Zorlan's knack of making sure there wasn't evidence about his activities had shielded Ritsuko too.
Kirinath was no longer such a basketcase of a nation. The work of the folk of Blitzschlag to both provide food and Reaches farming expertise had at succeeding in improving the level of agriculture to the extent where starvation didn't seem to be a seasonal danger. The long cold winters and thinner soils ensured that the nation would never be a bread basket exporter of food like the Eldeen Reaches, but if nothing went wrong it looked as if it would indeed be able to routinely support itself in the future. The ongoing need to import food to avoid starvation whenever there was a poor growing season had been a major factor in the former Karrnath's failure to win the Last War.
While the refugees from Aundaire had settled in the lands allowed them by Caer Shadowfast, with the expulsion of the abberrations that had previously infested the former lands of the Kingdom had encouraged some of the more adventurous to return. Tentative agreements and cooperation with Gatekeepers and Wardens of the Wood from the Reaches had begun mapping out the areas which were safe, and those which needed time and magic to heal the damage done by the Masked Mute's forces. Unfortunately the entire valley which had held Fairhaven was so filled with warped and twisted plants that all that could be done was to burn them out with weather magics used to prevent the smoke spreading.
First thing for people working on providing new features should remember:
People hate change for the sake of change. They usually don't mind genuine improvements, but change just because it's change and therefore cool tends to get hackles raised.
Second thing for people working on providing new 'improved' features should remember:
It shouldn't be hard for users to figure out how to turn them off if they don't like them. Just because the programmer thinks he's had a great idea doesn't mean everyone else is going to agree with them.
The Lord of Blades had believed with every fiber of his being that the only way for Warforged to be truly free was at the expense of the "squishies". Having been born a squishy, then endured pretty much every itineration of human squishiness, then split from her original form, then remade into a composite of squishy and 'forged, Maeve had imparted an entirely new perspective on the ones she called her people.
Despite his deviousness, Cassius had been good on his word to treat the Warforged under his rule as he would any other subject. Gerald had gone further, expanding on Cassius' recognition of Bladevania and turning into a true economic partner. The militant wing of the Warforged had already been gravely weakened before the rebirth, and the sudden sense of actually being a welcome part of Eberron had all but destroyed it as a cohesive movement. Most Warforged simply no longer felt threatened.
On the other side, humans and humanoids had likewise harbored their resentments and fears. The Lord of Blades had been the boogeyman, a representation of all that had gone wrong with the Last War. Now, however, the face of the Warforged race was one not much unlike their own. Shallow as it might have been originally, being able to see one like themselves giving the Warforged perspective and finding it not unlike their own had eased tensions enormously. Those who were truly bigoted no longer had the easy time of bringing those merely fearful or ignorant to their side. With Patch as the counter example to the Lord of Blades, and Caer Shadowfast as the model of what interaction should be, the image of Warforged as naught but tools of war or lifeless, soulless automatons would be gone in a generation.
It was still three years off, but the Snowbacks would eventually re-unlock the true secrets of the Creation Forges, allowing the Warforged that indescribable feeling of knowing they would not be the last of their kind. It would be very odd, having to raise "children" the same size as the adults, but the Warforged had matured as a viable race. The fears that they'd simply be able to make as many as they wanted and overrun the humanoid population lasted about a week, after the resources that went into making and then developing each one was shown to be on par with other races.
Then there was the issue of lingering resentments between groups. The last 100 years had been hard, but the last 30000 had been a seemingly never ending series of mistrust, misunderstanding, hate, fear, and pain. Even at the height of the Empire of Galifar, the rot that was "fear of the other" ate away, ensuring its demise. They could gloss it over all they wanted, turn it outward to use that pent up hate on another country or race, but it never went away because it was never truly addressed.
The thing Gerald had gathered so many together today for was to do just that in as powerful a way as he knew how. It had become, in the collective consciousness, the prime example of the bigotry and fear of both sides leading to tragedy.
The land that was Thrane had been ravaged by the loss of the Flame. The remains of the Church of the Silver Flame that had not recognized Marie (now Marianna) as the new form of the Flame and its chosen speaker blamed the Rajah sealed within and clamed she was nothing but its mouthpiece. To their chagrin, however, the people had lost their faith in them. They had been some of the very people who had carved up the former nation for their own benefit, but it was Marianna's activism and miracle working that drew the people more than their distaste for the ones they now saw as utterly undeserving of their positions.
Even as the divide between the Church and their followers grew and left the "official" Church of the Silver Flame a hollow shell of its former glory, those that Church had harmed, rightfully or not, remained hateful. The Dark Pack, even freed of the Thorns, had protested loudly and bitterly against the alliance of Droaam with Shadowfast, wanting nothing to do with the Empire. Marianna was called a traitor to her blood and all manner of vile things, and Gerald was considered no better for helping to rebuild hated Thrane. Being no stranger to pain that ran that deep, many of the Watchmen did not take it personally, even if it was a sobering reminder that not all was well.
The Dark Pack was merely the most voiciferous of those who still felt a need for retribution. It had been Gerald's intervention, much to Drake's immesurable frustration, that had spared House Cannith from total ruin at the hands of the other Houses. Being one of those deeply hurt by the actions of the House that bore the Mark of Making, Gerald was giving a lot of leeway when he decided to deal with them by the people. The entire interaction had been publicly documented over the years, and his and his Queen's willing acceptance of Merrix III's son as their own had spurred a lot of soul searching.
With the rise of the therienthropes as more than outsiders considered barely better than wild beasts and everpresent dangers to those around them, the Houses would soon find themselves with some serious competition. House Joraso very nearly just folded up shop and went home after the Lepusthropes started becoming famous for healing people "just because", asking only for hugs in return. The orc-blooded ones tended towards being rather militant about the hugging part, but strangely no one complained.
These and other still to be addressed concerns ran through Gerald's mind as he watched, the entire thing being broadcast to any who wished to see. Former residents of Flamehold and the many cities that had fallen into ruin before the rebirth gathered in droves to witness what they had been promised would be a once in a lifetime thing. That they were in the presence of the Bunny Pontiff was exciting enough.
Flameites: *SWOON*
Gerald: After all this time, it still astounds me how far we've come in just a few years.
Kiri: The opportunity has always been there. Just obsured by hate and fear. Lisa and Terra proved that one.
Gerald: Maevac, too.
Kiri: *grins* Though I'm pretty sure not everyone can survive that kind of relationship.
Gerald: *chuckles* Or those kids of his.
OOC: More after trick or treating is over with.
"Some men see things as they are and say 'why?' I dream things that never were and say 'why not?'"
Mia, Alex, and Moonshadow were the biggest of the tussle, but large was no defense against numbers, as their playmates were gleefully finding out. Fennith, Aritha, and Cairdal were more than happy to have foxy help to finally get the upper hand on their siblings, the excited yipping signalling their having at last gotten them to cry uncle.
Alex: Lies! I let them win because otherwise they'd just whine about it.
Moonshadow: Uh huh. Just keep telling yourself that.
Alex:
Their parents kept an eye on them a ways away, also waiting for the main event. Marianna had purposely chosen a spot away from Flamehold, or any of the old population centers, due to the painful memories and the risk of emboldening any of those of the old guard who refused to acknowledge their time had past. In the past, such people would have been more worrisome, but the world had changed. It had moved on. The rebirth had given people very little patience for those who tried the same old tricks, and to see it in action had given the Watchmen a greater sense of accomplishment than the destruction of the Rajah.
They also watched in amusement as Marianna danced about, putting on a show for the masses that was entirely unnecessary for what she was trying to do. At least practically. The atmosphere and the impressions of those watching would be important for future efforts. They knew that the Dark Pack and others like them were watching from their own vantage points, not ready to trust the country that had embodied that which had taken so much from them. Aundair might have been the birthplace of the Purge, but Thrane had taken it as its own. It was the fact that they were here at all that gave some hope. The change and the freedom had helped to ease the wounds, but they had not been ready to let go of all that had not sprung from the Thorns.
As Marianna ended her dance, she stopped, clapped her hands together, and closed her eyes in prayer. From her body, a roaring silvery flame burst, growing from a simple burst to a confligration. From its peak, it scaled back slightly, but then settled into a constant intensity. The Bunny Pontiff strolled out of it like it wasn't even there, but she was almost a tertiary concern. Those who had been in the presence of the Flame knew what it felt like. Such a sensation was not forgotten. It had been physically and spiritually burned into those the Flame had been turned against.
This was not that sensation.
The power was so much greater, yet the presence was one of warmth and comfort. Without the Rajahs to poison it and without the threat to Eberron's life, the Flame borne from the sacrifice of so many Couatl in defense of their home had reconfigured. It was no longer needed as a weapon primarily. Now it could exist to support and to comfort.
Gerald could only hope it might reach those still in pain.
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The fear and anger were still very real, despite the change to it. The hate was still palpable, but now it was harder to blame it on the symbol. Such an event could be even harder to take, as the actual perpetrator of their pain was almost certainly dead or anonymous.
Myobu: Your thoughts?
Zaeurl: You truly think this changes things?
Myobu: I do.
Zaeurl: Then the Fox Lord is a fool.
Myobu: Perhaps I am. Though I wonder who is more foolish: the one who dreams or the one who fears.
Zaeurl: Excuse me?
Myobu: The world is changing. It has already become something your family would not recognize. You are free to choose to remain bound to a fury against something that does not exist anymore, that destroyed itself under its own weight and inner rot, or you can find new meaning other than anger. You have dealt the same pain you feel to so many others. You fear that you will see that you have spent your days having become what you hate. Perhaps you have. But you have also been given the chance to no longer remain so.
Yumiko and Kagura: THERAPY BANZAAAAAAAI~!
Zaeurl & the Dark Pack:
"Some men see things as they are and say 'why?' I dream things that never were and say 'why not?'"
OOC: You're not making it any easier to believe your big promise of freedom and equality is anything but hollow words and hypocrytical chest thumping, America.
Question 1, a ballot measure in Maine that sought to strip homosexual couples of the right to marry, passed last night. I am disgusted in my fellow man. Their self-righteous, homophobic bigotry is not merely reducing a set of their fellow citizens to 2nd class status in a country where all are supposedly created equal, but they are continuing a dangerous precedent.
Once you start saying it's OK to take a fundamental right of citizenship away simply because a majority agree Group X shouldn't have it, where does it stop? This is the same group that cries Fascism, Communism, Socialism, and Nazism at the drop of a hat when the idea of healthcare as a right of citizenship and not a privaledge of the monied is brought up. Regardless of how calling someone a Communist Fascist makes NO sense what-so-ever, it is clear now they fear that someone will call them on their bullsh*t. If stripping a right from a group based on popular will isn't Tyranny, I don't know what is.
I. Am. Furious. The bigoted among us are winning the vote. Those who grow fat off abuse and fear are driving the debate. The people who seek to destroy everything that doesn't fit into their tiny, hateful little worldview, calling everyone who points out that their views don't mesh with reality a terrorist, are directing the debate and policy.
I am disgusted. Not merely because the measure passed (again), but because fear and ignorance still rule the day. Being thoughtful and understanding has become a hindrance. America is a land of people who can't be bothered to check to see if the claims of doom these peddlers of hate stuff down their throats are the bags of hot air they are.
I wonder when someone will decide a right THEY enjoy is an abomination...
"Some men see things as they are and say 'why?' I dream things that never were and say 'why not?'"
Extra yummy Mama Kiri cookies!
Totally not the same thing.
You enjoy pointing out I'm failing to take my own advice far too much.
I'm sure being Alpha is quite the thrill for you, too. I hear you managed to keep Aglin busy enough among the lot of you that he had to as for a vacation.
That is just so kyote!
