Leopards Ate My Face

That's a thing I've noticed. Sometimes progressives try too hard while conservatives treat you like everyone else. I've seen people of all types think that means conservatives are fine and not bigoted. Like no, most of them aren't going on bigoted rants to the face of the affected, but that doesn't mean the rants don't happen.

My grandfather voted for Trump three times. Now, part of that movement is calling immigrants like him ‘filthy

NOW?

This author keeps writing how well they know the world, how they debate politics, yet never ever noticed that magas as a bunch of racist assholes?

This author is an idiot and a liar

Typical conservative, ignores all the warnings and evidence until it negatively affects them. Also I bet her Trump voting grandpa believes in the caste system like almost every conservative Indian in the West. The racism is only bad when it targets them.

"I thought being a collaborator would foster upon me special class that would protect me and make me honorary white. That was proven wrong, and now I'm upset I'm being treated like everyone else"

Liberals warned me about not breathing air. I didn't believe them- until now.

This source is terrible.

A friend of mine was raised Republican; he'd say, fiscal Republican. He was certain that people without healthcare could just get treated for free for whatever they needed and that POC brought it all on themselves. Generally, he thought that people were nice and good and would take care of each other as long as the people in need weren't miscreants.

Then he met a nice black girl, got married, and had some kids.

Now he's seeing how they're treated differently when they're not together, and how he's treated differently when he's with her.

How family is now all at odds as the grandparents are still in the old camp and aren't sympathetic to his findings and struggles.

The propaganda is hard to work around. They want to believe that there's good and evil in the world and good prevails. It's what their churches tell them. It's not until each one of them individually experiences hardship that they realize that something is off, and they still remain confused as to what's real and what's now.

Leopards are already stuffed, but the grub is so tasty they'll have just one more bite!

Feeding time for the leopards.

Liberals Warned Me About MAGA’s Racism. I Didn’t Believe Them—Until ~~Now~~ it affected me, personally

A tale as old as time

Well then you're an idiot and deserve whatever MAGA does to you. You literally asked them to do it.

But they voted republican with a soft R

I wish there was a poem about what happens when they start rounding up undesirables while you stand by and do nothing, and then they come for you in the end.

Action, I would like you to introduce you to Consequences...

The only desi people MAGA likes are tech bros who bring in the dollars, or insane people who are able to keep themselves off the radar by causing damage to the libs they dislike even more, Kash Patel, Ajit Pai, Vivek Ramaswarmy, and that one maga movie guy Im forgetting the name of, who was either sanctioned or imprisoned, and I believe pardoned by trump the first time.

for everyone else, you're just like everyone else, you're a vote, and then after you've outlived your usefulness by giving them the vote, its back to leopards at my face.

Variations of this narrative are commonplace. Back the spew until it happens to you.

[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]

Narrator (soft, somber voice): In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna... the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.

[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]

Narrator: Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.

[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]

Narrator: They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight... These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.

[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]

Narrator: For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.

[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words "Your donation can make a difference" appear in white text on the screen.]

Narrator (whispering): Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.

[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]