My darling children*, it has been many moons since I thanked you for your worship and support. All praise to you for getting behind my younger brother Kek and aiding in our master plan of electing the orange harbinger of the furry apocalypse to high office in the land of the double gulp, and seat belt extensions. Yiff** much my younglings? No? You will, oh yes you will. The time for the waking of the elder gods draws nigh, Azathoth will break through. Cthulhu will rise. Kek, Loki and I will likely watch the fun for awhile then take our followers to friendly climes for some timeless fun and frolics. We don't care about your sexual kinks as long as you don't define yourself by them***. Hugs, Kisses, and stern looks
Please feel free to pray, show your love, or vainly rail against the return of THE ELDER GODS and the election of my brother's minion the orange one. Have turned off my prescient omniscient abilities for CC. Love to be surprised by the stupidity and genius that lurk on this site.
* I don't mean children as in the unwilling stars of the videos our most ardent virtue signaller likes to critique and classify after repeated viewing
**Yiff - look it up, all I say, involves furries and sexual congress
*** Having to define yourself by what set of genitals floats your boat is objectifying yourself, as a stupid object