Antikarma

You know, once upon a time it was tradition in MY family for the youngest caveman to beat the sabre toothed tiger six times then eat his heart. You know, to absorb his essence and all.

Yeah you laugh, but it worked up till we killed all the sabretooth tigers.

I wonder if we could use housecats now? To keep the tradition alive?

I jest, I jest. But realistically, tradition is nothing more than:

Its what the old people in my family use to justify that horrid homemade cranberry sauce on Thanksgiving, and the nay team need something a smidge more substansive than that to justify repressing an entire segment of the Canadian population.

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