A revolution is afoot.
Spanning our world, the word is out; cat out of bag. People [and I confess, I am one of them] are uniting in fellowship, dutifully mourning the recent prediction: extinction of *our kind*.
Kinships are being formed and plans are being made for mass procreation. Oh, that I could have given my uterus for the cause, it would have been an honor!
Fucking Genocide.
Ruining the last couple of happy days for staunch Redheads everywhere.
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*especially the ginger, s/he may scratch your eyes out.
Michele R. Strüb
All Rights Reserved
5 August 2013
