I'm tired of the lies. Tired of the dangerous propaganda that portrays bears as snuggly romantics who tiptoe through flower-filled forests and fall in love with each other. Let's call bears what they are. Death monsters. Fur-covered murder machines. Jaws' hairy cousin. Unfortunately, naïve artists and irresponsible entrepreneursare leading us astray. Bears don't want to swap hugs or honey pots with us. They want to eat us. Bones and everything. They spend the entire winter dreaming about it. And I just worry that if we keep perpetuating the cute-bear lies we're just playing with fire. Fire with teeth.
Build-a-Bear.....more like build-a-terrorist.
2 comments:
Smokey the Bear?
Snuggles the fabric softener bear?
I never thought you'd be a species-ist.
I'm with you on Pooh though - total jerk
ridiculous.
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