Ray

A countenance more in anger than in sorrow.
Melomaniac. Recluse. Cardinal undertaker. Unbearably White.
I'm a busy dancer, as well.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

There are a couple crows that come round to eat the food I put out for the cardinals and the squirrels. I send my dogs out to run them off while I hide behind the door, because I don't want a bad reputation in the crow community.

[Give A Shit About Nature @giveashitnature]

The crow watching you from the tree branch knows your face. Not just as a human, but you. And they will remember the things you did.

Researchers at the University of Washington spent nearly two decades studying this. They trapped a few crows once, harmlessly, while wearing a particular mask, banded them, and let them go. Then they walked around campus in that same mask for years afterward. The crows scolded and dive-bombed it every time.

Here's the part that should give you some pause if you're considering being mean to crows. Crows that were never trapped did it too.

Birds that had only watched the others react learned to treat the mask as dangerous. And crows born years later, who had never seen the original event at all, inherited the grudge from their parents and scolded a face they had never met.

A control mask, worn the same way, was ignored completely. It was never about masks or people in general. It was about one specific face, flagged as a threat and passed down through a population like a piece of news.

So the crow on the wire isn't just watching. It's profiling you, and it will tell its kids about you.

[John Carter @martianwyrdlord]

Look back in anger, yes, but more importantly, look forward with rage.

The people who did this to our civilization can never, ever be forgiven.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@cosyposter I hate "Jingle Bells", too.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

worst filter ever

[Squidamii @Squidamii]

What race do you think I am from my eyes? Please don’t say black or you will be blocked.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@ShabanaMahmood Go to hell, you ugly brown bitch.

[TM @RealTrouble_Man]

It’s okay for your opponent to fear you. In fact it’s necessary.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@LibOrNormal Good Lord. Why's he acting like a monkey?

[Ray @Tyrobl]

That BM I did this morning still won't go down. Am I going have to get out the plunger?!?

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@RyLiberty Is that a euphemism for some gay sex thing?

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@NatCon2022 Trees are free. Rope is cheap.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

I don't even know or care who that is, but I'm all for blacks boycotting everything.

[Mr Submarine 🐳 @MrSubmarineSays]

The black boycott cannot just stop at Asian businesses

It’s whites who are complicit, too

I’m proposing the black community boycott ALL white businesses, white restaurants, white public spaces, and white neighborhoods until further notice

For Cyrus Carmack

[Blonde Bigot @BlondeBigot11]

This is one of the worst screenshots I’ve ever seen.
Look at the fucking demon claws on that woman cop as they handcuff a dying child.

This shit’s got me fucked up.

[ᗯIᒪᒪIᗩᗰ @WilliamA_33]

A picture worth 14 words.

[Matt Walsh @MattWalshBlog]

I haven’t moved on from the Karmelo Anthony fundraiser. They donated half a million as a reward for killing a white kid. Zero evidence or reason to think it was “self defense,” and they didn’t care. It was a reward for killing a white kid. I’ll never forget it. Neither should you

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@WhiteHouse Fuck you, asshole. I can barely afford to drive to work.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@TooWhiteToTweet Your peers.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

@CajunRacc LOL

[Silenced Saxon @SilencedSaxon]

The Saxon is beginning to hate

Hail Victory

[Ray @Tyrobl]

Dammit. "Spider-Noir" is actually pretty damn cool.

[Ray @Tyrobl]

Bo looks like my Booker, who is also getting on and has to be helped into bed every night. He's a good boy with a big soul. I can't imagine being without him.

[Southern Mama @SouthernMB82]

Dozer Bo
12/17/14-05/30/2026

Bo collapsed unexpectedly in our bedroom last night. My husband attempted CPR. I tried to help with compressions as well. Nothing worked. He passed away despite our best efforts.

Our 9-year-old daughter witnessed all of this happen. She watched as we tried to save him and as we realized he was gone. Her gentle heart has braved too much loss this spring.

It has only been 31 days since Luke, our other boxer, died.

While Bo had not shown any physical signs of illness since Luke’s death, he had not been the same. He still checked Luke’s side of their dog bed every day. I have no doubt Bo missed Luke.

Before Luke died, my husband and I had cuddle time with the boys in their spots on our bed every night. Luke curled up behind my knees. Bo sprawled out at my feet facing the doorway. The boys would voluntarily jump off our bed to go to their beds about an hour later every night. It was our routine.

Bo had not been able to jump up on our bed for the past six months, so we helped him up every night. The first night without Luke, we hauled Bo up into our bed to cuddle with us. He didn’t jump down to go to his bed that night. He stayed next to us the entire night. We made that our new routine. He slept at my feet every night for the last 30 nights.

Last night was the first night that we didn’t hear the grunts and snores of a boxer in our house in more than 11 years.

Bo was the first dog we ever owned as a couple. He launched the boxer brother era in our family.

Even though Bo was only 10 months older than Luke, he acted like the more mature adult in their relationship. He even helped potty train Luke.

Bo was the consummate guardian to his favorite girls. He was protective of our daughter the moment we brought her home from the hospital. He kept a watchful eye over us all the time. His efforts kicked up a notch, however, when my husband was away for work. Whenever he saw my husband pull out luggage, Bo turned into the self-appointed man of the house. His entire demeanor changed when my husband was out of town. He patrolled the house by sniffing each entryway every night before bed. He would not sleep on his back either. Once my husband walked in the door, he would greet him with a nearby toy and then promptly take a nap on his back — as if he had signed off from duty as our bodyguard. This was Bo’s routine every single time.

Not even an hour before he died, Bo had walked into our daughter’s room to check on us while I laid down with her to cuddle for bedtime before returning to my husband’s side.

Bo’s devotion to keep his girls safe never wavered. He loved us with a fierce protectiveness that we will forever miss.

Above all else, Bo was my husband’s boy.

While Luke was a dedicated Mama’s boy and our daughter’s partner in crime, Bo was a Daddy’s boy through and through. Bo would have defended all of us with his life if needed, but he would have faithfully walked through fire for my husband without any hesitation. He was my husband’s soul dog.

Bo was such a good boy.
We will miss him beyond measure.