Monday, November 13, 2017
I have been feeling like something strange is going on with me. My old white body, with sore feet and tightening pants, is gradually transforming into, I'm not quite sure. I think I might be becoming a being with a different race. I think . . . I am . . . Dothraki! Yes, I feel the urge to ride horses around bareback, swinging a sword replica around, and screaming an incomprehensible pseudo-language. Yep, that's me. If you dispute my right to do this, you're clearly a racist. What do you have against the Dothraki, huh? Did they pillage the little village on the steppe you come from? Well, too bad. That's just our culture, dude. It's how we roll. Live and let live, or in your case, run away screaming with your hair on fire. We like to burn things.