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Competition is a barbaric, insensitive ritual that reeks of social Darwinism. We cannot allow the fittest to survive on our pages. Your loss is someone else's gain, and your gain is someone else's loss. Therefore, losers contribute to the society and winners take away from it. Being a winner is unethical, while a society of losers is happy and striving as a collective. In the spirit of diversity, inclusiveness, and collectivism our contests shall have no winners. Everyone is declared a loser, which in our book means an ethical team player.

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It all seemed fun and games until the dark secret behind this "innocent" organization hit the news media:

http://www.dogpartyusa.com

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THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS WAS MADE EXCLUSIVELY OF CATS!

But did the corporate sellout media research the links between the cats and the Bush administration? Of course not! Once again they left the job to us progressive bloggers!

Jonestown Survivor
Don't drink the Kool-Aid!

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Image In the spirit of full disclosure, I should state up front that I am a progressive Socialist feline of oriental descent. I was approached for membership to this Board of Directors, but I did not join. They didn't pass the sniff test. I became suspicious when I noticed a CRAWFORD, TEXAS postmark on the invitation. Curious, no?

While I have toiled for feline rights throughout my career, I must renounce such tactics - even against hounds. I would be more than happy to help torture de-brief the perpetrators when found.

I humbly submit two losing attempts at a caption:

1. An adaptation of Lesley Gore's 1963 culturally-devoid pop tune:

"It's my party and I'll die if I want to, die if I want to, die if I want to!"

2. "Who let the Sarin-out! Woof! Woof-woof!"

(I just want to emphasize, I take no glee or enjoyment whatsoever in this). Meoww.

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That's what happens when you spend your life sniffing other people's butts.

Don't do drugs!

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Caption competition be damned; just tell me where I can get that stuff they've been drinking.

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These noble hounds were clearly celebrating May Day in the same manner as done in the Motherland.

Caption?

It's for the Puppies™

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well that explains all the noise last night.....

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What you see are dogs sleeping the sleep of the righteous. They can sleep in such divine rest because they are working animals, they have a purpose and use in the world whether one is talking of the capitalist or the socialist world. Now a cat beast knows no such rest. Having no use, no function in society other than as a drain of a societies resources, they can only know the restless sleep of a bum who can never know a real rest because deep down, they know they have accomplished nothing of worth.

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:What you see are dogs sleeping the sleep of the righteous. They can sleep in such divine rest because they are working animals, they have a purpose and use in the world whether one is talking of the capitalist or the socialist world...
Yes, quite so Commissar. Even Che loved dogs for their struggle against capitalist oppression. Here he is with his quadrupedal companion getting some much needed rest after liquidating some informers, deserters and spies...
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Premier Betty wrote:That's what happens when you spend your life sniffing other people's butts.

Well said, Premier! Noble? No, these clueless canines are PERMANENTLY stuck on stupid!

(If you look closely, you will see that Comrade Che is strangling the pup...no doubt for some crime against the state, or peeing in his knapsack.)

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NOOOO!!!! The poor puppy! Filthy Che! Why couldn't he stop his mindless killing with people? No one cares about them! The dog didn't do anything wrong!

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:What you see are dogs sleeping the sleep of the righteous. They can sleep in such divine rest because they are working animals, they have a purpose and use in the world whether one is talking of the capitalist or the socialist world. Now a cat beast knows no such rest. Having no use, no function in society other than as a drain of a societies resources, they can only know the restless sleep of a bum who can never know a real rest because deep down, they know they have accomplished nothing of worth.

Ah, poor Pupovich...we cats HAVE a purpose in life!

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Yes Mikhail, the noble dog has always been an integral part of all revolutions, from intimidating the proles to guarding the camps. Here you see 2 of my agents interrogating a suspect:

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Mousey-Tongue wrote:
Premier Betty wrote:That's what happens when you spend your life sniffing other people's butts.

As opposed to a cat beast whose owners must repeatedly claim that they "are independent" and so incapable of learning even the most basic of tasks outside running to the sound of a tuna can being opened,


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Mmmm... can you taste all that delicious mercury?

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He is a Chinese cat beast Premier, what's a little mercury in his food to him?

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Food! Kitties delivery!

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Picture taken at the back door of the White House, of course.
Damn you, George Bush, kitten eater!

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Looks like a light snack.... Where's PETA when you need them

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I got them.......hehe....... I got them ALLL!!!!!!!


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You can call me the Mighty Pup, you can call me Commissar Pupovich, just don't call me late for...

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:You can call me the Mighty Pup, you can call me Commissar Pupovich, just don't call me late for...

...dress-up time?

Image The cruelty of Bush is expcected from an Imperialist, Capitalist opressor puppet of the Cheney/Halliburton cabal. But to see the same mindless hate reflected in a comrade is most distressing. Your hate for innocent kitties is, how they say in Amerikka, 'over the top?'

It was the Bard of decadent western culture, Shakespeare, who wrote "Thou protesteth too much!" Your toxic, irrational resentment for all felines has raised the suspicions of my Special Investigative division. So they did a little research on our favorite canine Commissar.

The cat is out of the bag on your sordid history, Pupovich! Your tragic story as the victim of a species change operation gone horribly wrong will be shared as a warning to other species-conflicted canines.

Documentation of these crimes against nature and the People will be provided for The Common GoodTM as I deem appropriate to do so. I should first give the Commissar an opportunity to come clean, confess his crimes, and submit himself for social correction and re-education.

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Criminally Insane Comrade Cat, the mere fact that a prole level polecat such as your self would dare to threaten a Commissar, much less a canine Commissar that is more equal than you, shows a complete breakdown in your mental process, no doubt due to the excessive mercury and lead you have ingested from our Chinese Comrades tuna. As Commissar of Eco-Prostitution and Mental Health, I have no choice but to complete a Form H3-1Z-S0 1NS4N3 on you which will become part of your permanent file, at least until I deem otherwise. This will prohibit you from any services from the Pup's Party Pleasure Palaces, but on the other hand, it does put you on the fast track for counseling and therapeutic canal building.

BTW, the Canine Intelligence Agency has quite a folder on you, one I don't really think you would wish to become open for all to see?

In the meantime. I can only suggest that you are <A href="https://thepeoplescube.com/video/Delusi ... NAL?!!!</A>
(You may have time to cough up a fur ball waiting on this...)

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Meow...very amusing. [KOFF-KOFF-HACK] <hairball>

Now, where were we? Of course, denouncing each other. Strike ONE, puppy! It would be most unfortunate if the careful document specialists at the UCLA Medical Center released your medical records by mistake. Oops!


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No Premier, this is not going to be interesting at all. I need not answer the insane rantings of this terrorist. Yes, Mousey Tongue is a minor, almost insignificant, member of the well known Alley Catta terrorist organization. They typically operate as independent "tuna cells" with the sole purpose of deceiving the masses into thinking they are harmless (think cat scratch fever, mad cat syndrome etc) pets and socialists.

However, think of this Premier, what is less socialist than a cat? Sure, on the surface they are like a collective of helpless, worthless, creatures with no potential for producing anything of worth, and no potential for the future other than being a drain on society. This is in fact true. However, by their own admission, they pride themselves for what they call being "independent." Now what sort of socialist can be "independent" from the collective, from the Party mind?

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This is why I'd rather keep an emu as a pet. At least I can eat eggs for breakfast.


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There's actually a product line for that stuff? What's next? Herbal dog crap?

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Premier, the emu is a valuable creature exploited by capitalists for the meat, leather, feathers, eggs, and oil. Of course they are also cool looking.

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:they are like a collective of helpless, worthless, creatures with no potential for producing anything of worth, and no potential for the future other than being a drain on society

Well said concerning your sad species, Commissar Pupovich. We cats, on the other paw, pride ourselves for the strength and intellect, guided by the Party, to take bold action in spreading its glory across the globe. Think Che with whiskers. We are not limited to some tail-wagging, slobbering cult of personality formed around an arbitrary 'master'. We serve the State and The Common GoodTM alone.

Now Puppy, why don't you fetch my copy of Izvestia, and please don't drool all over it this time...that's a good doggie...

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Mousey-Tongue wrote:
Commissar Pupovich wrote:You can call me the Mighty Pup, you can call me Commissar Pupovich, just don't call me late for...

...dress-up time?

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Criminal Mousey Tung, do not imagine that such primative slanders as your reversal of my statements will fool any one but the lowest traitors. You claim you "serve" for the Common Good™, yet you have failed to heed even the first simple request by the Chairman to serve. Did you think I would forget?

Let us examine some more of your "serving" by slander of progressive democratic forces!

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Comrade Lone Red Star.... Needless to say I am most disappointed to see you fall for such slander. I had thought even a Texican was above it.... I can see I am going to have to tighten up the training agenda at the KMRC.

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:Comrade Lone Red Star.... Needless to say I am most disappointed to see you fall for such slander. I had thought even a Texican was above it.... I can see I am going to have to tighten up the training agenda at the KMRC.


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LOL! My sincere greetings, LoneRedStar. We shall teach this pup some manners!

I am afraid the delusion of our Canine Commissar is in an advanced stage, perhaps beyond all correction except the most stringent alternatives. But I caution you, my dear Pupovich, from over-indulging in the benefits of your generous distribution from the Collective. You could well end up like Commissar Blotobitch:

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Pupovich and Mousey-Tongue are more fun than Garfield and Odie. Now all they need is some loser for an owner. Who's up?

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Don't forget that the "loser owner" finally hooked up with Liz, the hot vet.

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Mousey-Tongue wrote:LOL! My sincere greetings, LoneRedStar. We shall teach this pup some manners!

I am afraid the delusion of our Canine Commissar is in an advanced stage, perhaps beyond all correction except the most stringent alternatives. But I caution you, my dear Pupovich, from over-indulging in the benefits of your generous distribution from the Collective. You could well end up like Commissar Blotobitch:

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Holy Crap thats not a dog its a bean bag !!

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Pupovich and Mousey-Tongue are more fun than Garfield and Odie. Now all they need is some loser for an owner. Who's up?

My Comrade Pinkie, I thought that there were no 'Owners' in the collective rather we were equal cohabitants (with some more equal than others) I do believe that all must be assimilated and Resistance it Futile...

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LoneRedStar is right. There are no owners. We all belong to the people. The people are represented by the Party, and the Party is represented by its leaders. And the leader of the leaders dictates what's best for all of us.

In that sense, in a true people's state, we are all owned by the government, which is owned by the Supreme Leader, who speaks for all people and animals.

It is a great system except the pets always begin to compete for a place closest to the owner. Then all hell breaks loose (see above discussion).

We must direct our socialist scientist to concentrate their efforts on breeding a New Pet who would be devoid of greed, jealousy, and backbiting impulses. Declawing and knocking out the teeth is optional.

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I submit to the correction of our Glorious Leader. But it is hard, when you are but a small furry creature, without a human 'care partner' designated to serve your every whim look after you, all alone in the big scary collective! [snif - snif]

(Mousey-Tongue will now accept donations, reparations, and guilt-inspired gifts to offset the cruelty and unfairness of life. Anyone?)

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Isn't a little denouncing good every once in a while. The Hello Kitty Collective must stand for the advancement of all small furry creatures, without human 'care partners'

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Red Square wrote:We must direct our socialist scientist to concentrate their efforts on breeding a New Pet who would be devoid of greed, jealousy, and backbiting impulses. Declawing and knocking out the teeth is optional.


How about lemmings?

<br>The behavior of the creatures in Lemmings are based on the popular myth of lemmings mindlessly moving into danger en masse. In order to save a minimum number required for each level, the player must determine how to assign a limited number of eight different skills to specific lemmings that allow the selected lemming to alter the landscape, to affect the behavior of other lemmings, or to clear obstacles as to create a safe passage for the rest of the lemmings, sometimes even by means of sacrifice.

Boldface added by Pinkie. Adorable and Progressive! (The lemmings, that is, not--well, all right, Pinkie too!)

Plus, they make the cutest noise when they go splat! (Whether Pinkie does remains to be seen should she eventually jump off that ledge for Peace.)

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Red Square wrote:We must direct our socialist scientist to concentrate their efforts on breeding a New Pet who would be devoid of greed, jealousy, and backbiting impulses. Declawing and knocking out the teeth is optional.

Glorious Red Square, May Lenin be Upon You, I agree completely and have begun research in my underground secret laboratory to develop the People's Pet. I expect success soon, but of course it will go faster once my funding is increased.

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While on the topic of funding. As you know, this loyal Commissar has been the victim on several occasions *see above*, of Photoshop slander. I do not have Photoshop, and even when I did, I soon realized that this was not an area where my talents lie. As such, I am clearly a victim, and in need of an additional subsidy to ease my handicap and the emotional scarring that I have suffered.

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What are you growling about, Pup? You look absolutely adorable in this outfit. It really brings out the brown in your eyes. And just what do you mean by Photoshop slander? Every pixel of this picture is the real you, just--oh, wait, I think I see what's wrong. Yes, I do see what you're snarling about now.

All right, who erased the red bow and the Cuban cigar he was smoking? Photoshop them back in, please!

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I am making note of all of this Commissarka Pinkie, and will be referring to this when Criminal Commissar Vodkov comes calling for you again... and he shall.... he shall.

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Oh, poo-poo. Vodkov won't be back for a long time. He's undergoing sensory deprivation at the IFP membership forum under the name of Peace Dove, and should be quite mad--er, madder by now.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:What are you growling about, Pup? You look absolutely adorable in this outfit. It really brings out the brown in your eyes. And just what do you mean by Photoshop slander? Every pixel of this picture is the real you, just--oh, wait, I think I see what's wrong. Yes, I do see what you're snarling about now.

All right, who erased the red bow and the Cuban cigar he was smoking? Photoshop them back in, please!


As you wish, Commissarka! I only live to serve the State.

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There, that's better...such a cute Pupovich! Meowww.
Commissarka Pinkie, I especially like his little booties, don't you?


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Comrade Criminal Cat, seeing as how you persist in slander, photomanipulation, and failure to obey the Chairman's original reasonable request, I have no choice but to assign you for a desperately needed, yet all to perfect job for you. Seeing as how outside coming to the sound of a tuna can being opened, cats have little skill, other than perhaps cleaning. You are ordered to report to the Empress and immediately start to clean the decaying bits of flesh caught between her horned claws, give her a proper washing, and don't forget to clean the excess lubricant and virgin blood. May Lenin help you.

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Mousey-Tongue wrote:
As you wish, Commissarka! I only live to serve the State.

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There, that's better...such a cute Pupovich! Meowww.
Commissarka Pinkie, I especially like his little booties, don't you?

Yes, I agree the booties are absolutely darling. In fact, they remind me of those puffy white things that chefs put on the ends of drumsticks on roast turkey. (I can't remember what those are called--for some reason I'm thinking "panties" but can't find a reference to confirm that.)

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Criminal Mousey Tongue.....the picture Commissarka refers to is this....

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However, it only fair to warn you that you are about to discover what happens when the Mighty Pup lifts his enormous leg and dispenses the Peoples Justice™.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:...the booties are absolutely darling. In fact, they remind me of those puffy white things that chefs put on the ends of drumsticks on roast turkey. (I can't remember what those are called--for some reason I'm thinking "panties" but can't find a reference to confirm that.)
I think you are correct with the "panties" term, but in my experience, we always called them "frills." I think it had to do with the sexual harassment by-laws or something. Most of the time people will know what you are talking about by calling them "paper cutlet frills." They get used on Crown Roast of lamb, too.
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Mikhail T. Kalashnikov wrote:
Commissarka Pinkie wrote:...the booties are absolutely darling. In fact, they remind me of those puffy white things that chefs put on the ends of drumsticks on roast turkey. (I can't remember what those are called--for some reason I'm thinking "panties" but can't find a reference to confirm that.)
I think you are correct with the "panties" term, but in my experience, we always called them "frills." I think it had to do with the sexual harassment by-laws or something. Most of the time people will know what you are talking about by calling them "paper cutlet frills." They get used on Crown Roast of lamb, too.
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I can see I am surrounded by "comrades" who are far too familiar with the delicacies and nuances of a decadent rich background! Crown roast of lamb, "panties", "frills"..... These are all concepts foreign to my humble workers background, concepts that I, along with the great leaders of the movement manned the burning barricades on the snowy streets of Moscow to do away with. Clearly there is a strain of decadence that remains here, but shall be cleansed. We were fortunate to have some beets and maybe a potato or two on Sundays for our meal. Once, maybe twice a year we could have some fried chicken, and our "frills" for the meat consisted of perhaps a thrown away newspaper with which we could wipe our hands. But then again, I suppose we can't all have the same, healthy, socialist background that I was blessed with.

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Hey, I grew up poor, so don't call me decadent! Or elitist!

You sound bitter, Pup.

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Thanks, Mikhail. I always thought they looked like little chef's hats.

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Commissarka Pinkie wrote:Hey, I grew up poor, so don't call me decadent! Or elitist!

You sound bitter, Pup.

Well naturally! I live in a small collective! Just a one WalMart town.

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Commissar Pupovich wrote:I can see I am surrounded by "comrades" who are far too familiar with the delicacies and nuances of a decadent rich background! Crown roast of lamb, "panties", "frills"..... These are all concepts foreign to my humble workers background, concepts that I, along with the great leaders of the movement manned the burning barricades on the snowy streets of Moscow to do away with...
Do not be deceived by appearances, dear Commissar. The only reason I am familiar with the terminology of decadence shown here is because I was forced to work long hours in stifling hot conditions in kitchens, slaving away providing hedonistic cuisine to overpaid functionaries for little to no pay.

I myself have never had the privilege of eating such fineries. A half cup of beans mixed with tears of despair is my normal weekly ration, on account of the terrible economic condition of the country in which I live.

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My poor comrades, I understand your humble origins. I grew up on the scraps that the poorest peasants threw away. Bah! It is of no concern.

Bitter? Yes, the Commissar does display bitterness, but don't all true revolutionaries? Our calling is not to comfort, not to peace or contentment. Ours is the StruggleTM, the sacrifice of all for all, by all means available. If the people accept our Shining Path, so be it. If they refuse, they fill important jobs in the re-education camps. Bitter? Yes, until we remember the justice and historical inevitibility of our cause!

WE do this for the puppies, for the kittens, we raise our claws and fangs against the hegemony of Bushitler and Halliburton and the neocons. Their fate will be more bitter still!

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Mousey-Tongue wrote:My poor comrades, I understand your humble origins. I grew up on the scraps that the poorest peasants threw away. Bah! It is of no concern.

Bitter? Yes, the Commissar does display bitterness, but don't all true revolutionaries? Our calling is not to comfort, not to peace or contentment. Ours is the StruggleTM, the sacrifice of all for all, by all means available. If the people accept our Shining Path, so be it. If they refuse, they fill important jobs in the re-education camps. Bitter? Yes, until we remember the justice and historical inevitibility of our cause!

WE do this for the puppies, for the kittens, we raise our claws and fangs against the hegemony of Bushitler and Halliburton and the neocons. Their fate will be more bitter still!

Comrade Cat, I am almost developing a taste for you. Yes, like the most impassioned revolutionary, I am bitter. It it this bitter taste in my mouth that has at times led me to try and appease with the sweet taste of any free roaming er.... imperialist fat cats or other dissident felines I can find. Why? Why? Why damn it, must cat beasts taste so sweet and have such a succulent meat? But I am working on it Comrade Cat. I have been to all the 12 step programs, therapy, shovel yoga in an effort to dampen these yearnings for the sake of the Revolution, for the Common Good™, For the Children™ for Lenin's sake! I will re-double my efforts Comrade Cat, but do me a favor and not flaunt your succulent self or raise the fur on my back to a point that my hunger management therapy goes right out the window. Agreed Comrade Cat? Oh, and just to be safe, you might want to stay away from the roads....


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I'll tell ya, Commissar, it aint' any safer in the air, either...

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They aren't called 'dogfights' for no good reason.

I salute your efforts at self-control for the Common GoodTM. You need to reign in your nekultrny impulses and enter the age of enlightened socialism you talk about so much. Let me assure you, my cat-crazed comrade, we cats are well able to defend ourselves on the ground and in the air:

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Great Stalins Ghost! No sooner do I try and bury the ice axe I come here to find wrecking! Comrade Wrecker Cat, do you see what your *alleged* pictures have done? They have forced the Progressive notices on the right hand side clear off to Siberia! I expect this to be corrected when I come back for inspection Comrade Wrecker Cat. You do know how to do this do da? We do have special camps for wreckers you know? Or must a dog show you how?

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My apologies, Commissar! My intent was to show a strong and politically reliable wing of the Party, zealous to advance the Common GoodTM. (They were really intended as a subliminal warning to weak copydogs, Commissar, who might be emboldened by certain recent comments we both now regret).

I did think the pooch in the cockpit would bring a smile to the people, no? My left paw is raised in salute to our Empress, the right extended in friendship. Da? The complimentary keg of Tsingtao should arrive at your dacha tomorrow, Drink a toast to the Party, comrade Pup!

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Just where were you trying to bury that axe? In his head?

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I see it is left up to the dog to "fix" the cat and the wrecking he committed so that the glorious revolutionary side bar is restored. To show my devotion to Party harmony, I shall refrain from turning in the cat to the Security Services... this one time.

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Premier Betty wrote:Just where were you trying to bury that axe? In his head?

That is the socialist way da?


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An axe. Just like a dog, bringing dull steel and duller wits to battle for which he is hopelessly outclassed. You need an obedience class, Commissar pup!

I tire of this useless chit-chat. Things to do much more important there are. Now where is some of what those dogs were drunking?


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Mousey-Tongue wrote:An axe. Just like a dog, bringing dull steel and duller wits to battle for which he is hopelessly outclassed. You need an obedience class, Commissar pup!

Lest you forget, it worked just fine on that other alley cat Trotsky.

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Pupovich -

The collective would like to know how much of the unaccountable Party funds you invested in the making of this video.

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That was a most progressive revolutionary video was it not? Well worth the expenditure. Hsu's money is a state secret.

BTW Comrade Red Cube, I was speaking to Uncle Iosef the other day who was reminiscing, and I thought you might find it interesting. Comrades here sometimes mistakenly believe competition is against Party tradition. Not so!

Do you remember that real party guy, Comrade Nickolai Yezhov, affectionately called "Blackberryt"? Of course you do, a great fun guy. He used to have competitions to see which trouserless Commissars could fart away handful of cigarette ash! Doesn't that sound like great Party fun or what!

I have learned so much more listening to Uncle Iosef as we lounge around drinking some vodka and eating boiled crawfish in the evening. My Uncle Iosef was even more progressive than even I ever imagined! Now this brings back sad memories to him, but did you know that his first wife Ekaterina "Kato" Svanidze, mother of Yakov "Yasha", died of TB at the ripe old age of 13? How progressive is that! Did you know he met his second, more well known wife Nadya. when she was but 3 and Uncle Iosef 25, and he saved her as a child from drowning?

Oh, the things we all could, and I in particular, learn from the giants of our movement.

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Dog For Sale
* Free to good home.
* Excellent guard dog.
* Owner cannot afford to feed him anymore, as there are no more thieves, murderers, or molesters left in the neighborhood for him to eat.
* Most of them knew him as 'Holy Shit.

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Don't anyone believe Pupovich's last post. All he did was rattle off the current storyline of my favorite soap opera, "One Life to Purge" to make his own life sound more exciting.

That's right, Pup, I tape that show every day. Sure everyone thought Ekaterina died of TB at age 13--but she came back several years later after having plastic surgery. Remember, Pup? The cliffhanger when the Gulag burned down? And I guess you missed the episode where she and Nadya had quite the cat fight over Iosef in a huge vat of borscht.

And I remember when he saved Nadya from drowning. Yes, she was only 3--but the following season, she jumped to age 16!

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I just opened this thread and Google displayed this banner. I think it's hateful, it's denigrating towards attack dogs, it's terribly biased, racist, and speciist. I think this banner was paid for by Mousey Tongue.

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