Zishy

Americans, hope your holiday weekend was a blast. Hope you still have all ten fingers attached after a night of fireworks. When I was a kid, the Fourth meant a live-ammunition battle with toy soldiers. These days, I am perfectly content with the decision to trade in my G.I. Joes for dolls like Emmy Sinclair. Patriotism is all fine and good to a certain point, but in the end, I hope everyone can see that flags and borders are a bunch of horse shit. I pledge allegiance to Team Human.