

Putting the stupid aside, are there any female dog companions in cartoons? There are a few add in characters like the pink dog from blues clues, but I can’t think of any others.


Putting the stupid aside, are there any female dog companions in cartoons? There are a few add in characters like the pink dog from blues clues, but I can’t think of any others.
That’s beautiful!
I like taking these and flipping them to get sinister positivity.
No longer praying on your happiness, I will be directly involved.
I can’t speak for all of us but in my area there aren’t any of those in my area. There are 4 community outreach groups in my area, two of them are churches and the other two are “non-denominational” shelters that are run out of churches. Try as I might, I’ve never found a worker’s party, I don’t think those are a thing here in the us. Outside of that, there’s a ton of volunteer options in my area if I want to help the homeless, stray cats, even the elderly. I love those, they’re great work, they don’t fix this.
I already do what I can for local politics, it isn’t making a difference, but maybe in 10 years we can get a mayor that isn’t going to raise tax on poor neighborhoods. I do wish I’d gotten into this 20 years ago, it’s on me and those like me for letting it get this bad, but guilt is about as useful as the few things I can volunteer for.
That something better is what I’m begging for. I’ve stood and chanted, signed petitions, called representatives, stood in the rain to vote, taken every person I know to the polls, and the fascists still sit in office. I don’t need a prettier protest sign, I need someone to put a wrench in my hand and tell me the bolts that need tightened. I need someone with a plan that isn’t just “tell them we disaprove.”
I get that you also don’t have a better answer, that’s ok. This isn’t so much an argument about how as it is an extended scream into the void. I’m here, I’m willing, someone please fucking radicalize me already!
I reached out to see if there’s any active members in my area. I’m already another warm body on a stat list for so many things, I don’t have faith in that going far.
I don’t need a slogan to chant, I need a general to follow.


Mulvad gives you a 16 digit random number when you sign up. Anyone with that number can use that account, it’s on you to not lose it, if you do you have to make a new account. You send them money and an account number and they add balance to that account. When it’s out, that account is blocked from service until they get more money. You hack their service and you get a list of numbers and whether or not they have service. They keep no documentation and if you pay with card you have to manually input every time. I know them better than they know their users.


Mulvad. That’s how I do it.
This is a beautiful sentiment that I’ve already passed. I want better, I want to be part of making better, but I do not know how to do that and apparently no one else does either because every time it comes up I get this this same answer. Where is our MLK, where is our Malcolm X, where is the map I need to be more than scared and alone?
I say I’m not represented because my family has been getting kicked about in these parts since the 1800s. As far as I’ve seen in the news they haven’t arrested the straight, white, male, American, partners of all the people they pick up.
Not to say I’m safe, they’ll make their way to traitors like me eventually, but right now I don’t get the luxury of getting black bagged with my wife in a traffic stop, I just get to sit at home while the life we built falls apart.
This is great, this is what I like to here, but where is the how? What do I actually do to make a difference? That’s the part everyone stops at and I’m beating every bush in this county to try to shake loose the one persone with a clue.


You don’t need to kill every wolf to protest the village, you just need to kill enough that the wolf learns the village is a death sentence. The smart one’s will always still be in the woods and when one slips they’ll remind the rest why they hide there.
America has it’s shit together, that’s why we’re able to build a concentration camp over night, why we have a pedophile in charge and why we can just casually kidnap a head of state without anyone batting an eye. This isn’t morons blundering around, this is winning a chess tournament by clubbing the rest of the competition to death. It won’t get better if no one tells us to stop.
Meanwhile, I get reminded every day that it’s my fault personally for letting a nation I had no choice in being part of turn into something so disgusting. As if I need only to get off my couch and blast my way through these blundering Nazis like an 80’s action film. I’m told to protest and participate as if my lack of presence was the sole thing that held back the marches and my congressman hadn’t blocked my phone number for calling to complain.
As mentioned below, my spouse is a first generation American with brown skin in a Republican state. If any attention is drawn to us, her, her parents, her autistic brother, the lady that cuts my hair, the grocery we visit down the road, half the parents in our neighborhood, I’m the only person in my community that isn’t currently represented in the ICE victim pool. If I rock the boat every single person I care about gets a plane trip to a foreign prison.
Every day it gets worse. Eventually, it won’t be plane rides, it will be ditches. Even if I don’t attract the attention of the government, it’s cultists yell racial slurs as they drive lifted trucks past my community. They gnaw at the bit for a chance to cut loose and remove this stain from their white city. They look at me with contempt in the stores for betraying the white race to love a brown woman.
I’ve seen the local protests, 10 people with signs on a busy intersection a mile from the courthouse. The police point and laugh as commuters throw drinks at them from their cars for thinking that human rights belong in a red state.
What the fuck do I do? What can I, standing here, actually do to change anything? There isn’t a single action that I can take that does not threaten to burn down my community and leave my child an orphan, and even still I’m here asking how I can solve this problem.
This is the sole thing that keeps me down. My spouse is a first generation American with brown skin in a Republican state. If any attention is drawn to us, her, her parents, her autistic brother, the lady that cuts my hair, the grocery we visit down the road, half the parents in our neighborhood, I’m the only person in my community that isn’t currently represented in the ICE victim pool. If I rock the boat every single person I care about gets a plane trip to a foreign prison.
Every day it gets worse. Eventually, it won’t be plane rides, it will be ditches. Even if I don’t attract the attention of the government, it’s cultists yell racial slurs in as they drive lifted trucks past my community. They gnaw at the bit for a chance to cut loose and remove this stain from their white city.
I’ve seen the local protests, 10 people with signs on a busy intersection a mile from the courthouse. The police point and laugh as commuters throw drinks at them from their cars for thinking that human rights belong in a red state.
What the fuck do I do? What can I, standing here, actually do to change anything? There isn’t a single action that I can take that does not threaten to burn down my community and leave my child an orphan, and even still I’m here asking how I can solve this problem.
I don’t care what history has to say about us to high schoolers in 2060, I’m living in a country that will eventually hang me for posting this. The world needs to get it’s shit together and stop this train.


The biggest sin of the American government was failing to hang every single confederate sympathizer. The problems only cascade from there.
Not every day my hyperfixations for textiles and sexual activity overlap lol
Modern pantyhose yes, but at the time of this quote pantyhose was an unyealding bother for everyone involved. Any attempt to get your hand into them would cause runs and ruin the hose. They were not comfortable fabric, so fucking through them would be a sandpaper condom on both sides. All in all, it’s just a big negative for everyone involved that was unilaterally unnecessary.
Blue is literally on the picture