The election has given me a lot of entertainment. The spits and spats between the two sides really solidifies my conviction that there are two different moral systems in constant battle with each other. The moral system that the ends justify the means vs the means justify the ends.

For example, Palestine. If the ends justify the means then that means, if Palestinians are angry, they can lash out with anger and it's justified because they're angry.

Israel. If the means justify the ends, that means, no matter how much collateral damage are causing millions of Palestinians to suffer, the goal of self-defense justifies it since the goal is just.

Both statements are based on the flawed logic that an action can be completely immoral even if the intent might be bad, or the consequence of it might be bad. But for an action to be completely objective moral, it should have a positive mean and a positive end. A positive intent, and a positive consequence.

My own actions have directly caused positive consequences, while having positive intentions all at the same time. So, in my mind, I'm moral. And for that fact I'm satisfied. But recently I've found that, almost always, when someone tries to lecture me about morality, they are, themselves, degenerates. And not only that, they haven't the reflectivity, the insight, nor the interest to have any discussion.

If you ever do decide to have kids, there is no greater privilege or responsibility. Creating a system of role-modeling, punishment, and parenting is not easy. But I want to make sure my kids have a very strong connection to the concept of cause and effect. If you do this, this happens.

Cause and effect is profoundly important, the choices you make now will create a chain reaction and you have to anticipate that reaction, or at least be ready for it. It's hard for me to be regretful over my choices, because the place where I am is almost ideal.

When I come home I see my kids happy faces and see them hug me. When I go to work, I pass by a picture of myself on the wall. When I go on the internet there are hundreds of supportive friends that I am so grateful for. When I walk through the house I see my ancestors looking down at me, hoping I don't forget what trials they went through to bring me to this point.

How is that not ideal? I grew up feeling like I was barely surviving my hardships, feeling ignored, bullied, and disadvantaged. But the more I look out the window at the world, I see I could of been born in a country with an extremist violent Government, I could of been born in a war torn country, or maybe I could of been born with parents who didn't care. But I first transitioned from taking my circumstances for granted, to understand that I'm awfully lucky, as is anyone who was born in the USA.

The purpose of the furry fandom, for me, is it's was a stop where I finally gained my confidence. Being a semi-popular fursuit dancer gave me minor-celebrity status, and gave me the first feeling that maybe I had something unique to share in this world. It served a purpose in a way I could never anticipate. And now, having my life almost completely removed from the furry fandom, I have mostly positive memories when I see it through the rear view mirror.

But there is no reason for me to continue to participate in this fandom. My family is my life, my life is my family, and I don't want my family to ever go near a furry con. I want my family to live the American dream, and to keep building their own story.