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A short story about an angry raccoon
2 months ago
Once there was an angry raccoon.
He was bitter and obese and lonely. He lived in a squalid hellhole of his own make. He hated other raccoons for wearing colors he didn't agree with. Pastels of blue, pink, and white. He HATED them, loathed them.
He would spend his days on his little raccoon computer talking to other hateful bigots about how awful and terrible he believed these colorful raccoons were. He'd think aloud, "WHY couldn't they be happy with the gray tones they were born with? How awful of them. THEY surely were to blame for the world's ills! Not like us, the goodly, normal raccoons."
Then one day, at the age of 41, he died. The hateful bigoted raccoon is dead now. All the colorful raccoons rejoiced, or didn't even notice. Either way, good riddance, hateful raccoon.
He was bitter and obese and lonely. He lived in a squalid hellhole of his own make. He hated other raccoons for wearing colors he didn't agree with. Pastels of blue, pink, and white. He HATED them, loathed them.
He would spend his days on his little raccoon computer talking to other hateful bigots about how awful and terrible he believed these colorful raccoons were. He'd think aloud, "WHY couldn't they be happy with the gray tones they were born with? How awful of them. THEY surely were to blame for the world's ills! Not like us, the goodly, normal raccoons."
Then one day, at the age of 41, he died. The hateful bigoted raccoon is dead now. All the colorful raccoons rejoiced, or didn't even notice. Either way, good riddance, hateful raccoon.
edit: did a quick lookup of the name
not who i thought it was
*Can't hear it over the relief of one less bigot/hateful asshole in the world* 👀
What the absolute fuck.
I was thinking more like "god help.. im dying. no one is coming to help me"
That word has lost all meaning and impact due to hysteria.
I would say, death to all child-rapists, instead.