The junething wants to live on the heath without a soul around for 1000 miles but also make elektromusik, not worry about food, have clean running water (hot and cold), and find the love(s) of its life.

Sometimes the truth hurts, but not everything that hurts is also true.

Animals don’t belong in death factories.

Identity markers shouldn’t be confused for political camps.

That it would be nice if {thing} didn’t exist doesn’t give you a moral right to ban it.

Don’t let the right own free speech. They suck at it.

Don’t antagonise people who don’t use your highly evolved jargon, and don’t expect your in-group’s ideas of right & wrong to be universally agreed upon among the “good”. Intent matters, too.

Non patimini illos bastardos pessum atterere vos.

Private property for all, not no one!

Akshully, screw slogans with their dea(r)th of nuance and doubt.

If it ends in -ist, the junething’s probably not it.

Wouldn’t it be nice to feel comfortable in your skin, just once? :(

anjune