On the lighter side 1: First-world anarchists breaking the rules Published July 27, 2021 3:02 am by Claire Time for some less-seriousness. These images are all stolen from Bored Panda’s “First-World Anarchists Breaking the Rules” series, which they’ve been running on and off for years. Building ‘crats told this man he couldn’t build a garage door. So … Published in Dogs and (grudgingly) cats, Free speech, Humor and Resistance Previous Post Who’s in denial? Part II Next Post On the lighter side 2: Fifty Ways to be Survivin’
All day I’m going to be wondering what the title of the book in No. 21 is.
larryarnold, I have previously seen it attributed to street artist Banksy. I can’t verify that for sure though.
I am surprised there are not more pictures of cats in these. Cats are by definition the ultimate anarchists and non-conformers.
Yep. Banksy. Wall and Piece.
And Toirdhealbheach Beucail — one word for the dearth of cats: bigotry. I am a dog person, proud and unrepentant.
Claire – How about rabbits? Also anarchist savages…
I’m neutral on rabbits, TB. But someone’s four escaped housepets (who’ve taken up residence in my blackberry bramble) are becoming so bold I’m convinced they’re plotting to do away with me in hopes of liberating the household stocks of cat food.
Perhaps they’re in league with my cat in an anarchist plot?
I am not saying yes or no…but A the Cat spends a fair amount of time napping or resting next to my rabbits. He – and they – assure me that nothing untoward is happening, but I have my doubts…
Cats are always plotting _something_.
They pretend to be asleep, but they’re watching you. They would take over the world if they only had thumbs.
John in Indy
Fat Freddy’s cat has the answer;
Nice collection. First pic best pic.
The Dog’s Diary
8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
The Cat’s Diary
Day 983 of My Captivity
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now .
Good one JW.