Behold the living dead:
Secret Life of the Human Pups is a sympathetic look at the world of pup play, a movement that grew out of the BDSM community and has exploded in the last 15 years as the internet made it easier to reach out to likeminded people. While the pup community is a broad church, human pups tend to be male, gay, have an interest in dressing in leather, wear dog-like hoods, enjoy tactile interactions like stomach rubbing or ear tickling, play with toys, eat out of bowls and are often in a relationship with their human “handlers”.
The fate of Western civilization is the abattoir. Bit by bit, we begin to understand why. Boundaries are passe, limitations on individual comportment are philistine. In 2016, everyone demands to be themselves and demands acceptance, no matter how putrid those selves are and no matter how cancerous their acceptance would ultimately be to society as a whole. It’s 2016, goyim! No longer is it sufficient to be a functional human being. One must seek relevance through the concoction of increasingly exotic and idiosyncratic identities. Therefore: entire documentaries dedicated to men seeking to have their neg holes pozzed while wearing full body latex dog suits. Pups, you see. Simply harmless gentlemen innocently enjoying the surrender of assuming the personality of a dog while being anally violated.
But it’s all okay, because none of this affects you. Slippery slope don’t real, you provincial cunt. IT’S STUPID TO THINK THAT THIS COULD EVER LEAD TO ANY KIND OF NORMALIZATION OF BESTIALITY. Or anything like that.
The one thing that no one seems to understand, or at least the one reality that everyone studiously avoids is that nothing affects anyone until all of these discrete nothings combine to create one massive conglomerate of something packing enough of a wallop to completely obliterate a civilization. And how can a civilization endure, once values of licence and cum are substituted for foundational principles of order and temperance? Once the door is opened to one vice, all of the auxiliary perversions traipse in behind it in short order-because on what authority could the door be closed to them?
The average person spends so much time genuflecting before the gods of tolerance and liberalism that they are unable to perceive the extent to which pathological dysfunction has become the law of the land and the currency of the realm. They fail to see that everyone around them seeks only to debase themselves and in this pursuit, have become corrupt, capricious, and cum obsessed. That the condition of the average person’s soul has become little better than that of a third world favela.