I’ve decided to come out. I identify as a Conservative pigeon. I fly around, crapping on Liberals. Throw in a few feathers to make more of a mess.
There I feel so much better.
Reminds me of an old, old joke. My brother identifies as a chicken. Clucks around the yard all day pecking at the dirt. We took him to a shrink who said he could be cured for about 10 grand in therapy. However, we were poor and couldn’t afford the cost. Besides, we really enjoyed the eggs....
LOL