I don't like delving into politics, it's a minefield fraught with changelings who can't find their way out. They understand how to flap their lips and undulate their vocal cords in a manner that makes them sound human, but it is just a trick to lure you into the minefield, where they've learned to subsist on whatever remains might rain close enough to grasp within their gnarled digits, gnawing on them with their demented maws.
Fucking mutants.
I understand how people can get trapped in this minefield, but I'd rather stand on the periphery tossing bricks. Now and then, one might land on a mine adjacent to one of these jests of nature, and then we can celebrate the immolation together. So far, none have landed anywhere near the mines, and I don't think the Windigoag (which is apparently the pluralization of Wendigo) have noticed. Maybe I need to construct a trebuchet, I know someone who built one in high school so it must be feasible.
As I said, I don’t like politics, but if something occurs to me that has not been said, I’m inclined to go with it. Of course, Zoolander is real, physically fit yet absentminded individuals would make excellent Manchurian candidates.
There are other things in our society that at this point appear not to be real, or at least not legitimate. We’ve seen a demonstration of that over the last ten years that has escalated to the point where even weirdo hermits like me have trouble ignoring it. I recall the moment in college when I realized that we were not a democratic republic, but rather an oligarchy/puppet government ruled by investors outside the states. At the time, I just assumed that this is the sort of thing people ignore, and it goes on forever. I didn’t consider how it would look when people challenged it.