So sometimes I get bored or irritated with the internet, or the furry part of it, and I leave. I remember a time before ubiquitous personal computing devices, and so I can live without the parts that don't have to do with work or money.

But then I come back. Because the real normal world of real normal adults has its own horrors and irritations. Furry world starts to look like a bit of relief. And I want to see & cheer on the art. Folk culture -- in whatever form it takes -- is essential to saving humanity. Yeah, even chubby-hermaphrodite-cheetah-guinea-pig-mashups-in-space art or whatever other weirdness those shriveled souls with too much time on their hands will pointlessly deride. Anything that isn't corporate, sanitized, suffocating. Or, on the other side, that isn't nihilistic eye-rolling capitulation. Folk art will save us. Not in the same direct & tangible way that a cure for HIV/AIDS or an economy determined by social justice principles will. But still to have these good things requires a new mentality. Art creates mentalities.

This all may be nonsense. But still it's just the sort of nonsense we need, I think. Never be so sure you have it all figured out. If you're paying attention, you'll always be surprised.