Hello fedi frens! Only one week passes between shabbats and yet so much can change, while so much still can remain the same. This church night I would like to focus on communication. We communicate, all of us do, what do we communicate? Why do we communicate? Are these only things we use with good intentions, or is there something more sinister that lurks beneath the surface? Is the communication honest, or is it a manipulation, a ruse, nothing more than a scheme, to deceive and entrap. Communicate carefully, and wisely, and know that trust is not only for the ignorant, it is also for the brave.
Fiction/Fantasy
The LGBTQI army has assembled
And has descended on the antis, with their ugly beards, and ugly cargo shorts, and ugly tshirts that scream "I have no class" and their ugly baseball caps
And the LGBTQI army shoots every anti in the head with expert precision and all the antis fucking die
And then the army comes and sides with the LGBTQI army and they hunt down the fleeing antis and shoot them in the back
Then there's no more antis!
And everyone just shares and holds hands and hugs, and whenever someone is grossed out by something they don't say "YOU'RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL" about it, they just lol and giggle a bit at differences and happily move on
Life becomes paradise
And every year, the world celebrates on the graves of the antis and pisses and shits on them then laughs
The Trench