Bibi Gives A Shit

Even this suppository of doom can’t prevent me from giving a shit.

Since hoomans provide me with no churches yet to spread my word, I have to use this outdoor altar for the time being.

You know my shit is huge when it comes to symbolic power and philosophical depth, but rather decent when it comes to spatial volume. So what you see here is not solely my product, but a guest contribution from one of my most talented students amongst the sheep.

Today, as you can see, I was pondering the concept of beauty, and how oppressive it can be. “Nothing less than perfection will do”, as Susan Sontag wisely observed. And that causes pretty hoomans to be seen as not enough, because they aren’t beautiful. But then again, *I am* beautiful. On all my photos, I am straight out of bed. Didn’t even brush my hair. So, yeah, stoopid hoomans. You should all become like doggos and give a shit about beauty standards.

So the categorical imperative doesn’t apply to doggos? Take this, Immanuel Cunt!

Still enjoying public beaches, but giving a shit on the privatisation of beaches.

For whatever reason, doggos weren’t allowed to walk here, even though it’s a public road and cars go up and down all the time. What’s more, there was nowhere else around here for a doggo to do their business, so I gave a shit.

P.S. Greetings to Florence the Sheep Dog who didn’t kill me, although she totally could have done.

Castles on private lands with no public access? You know me, I give a shit.

Franz Josef Strauss once said: “Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire”, or how I like to phrase it: “Tradition is not the worship of shit, but the wind which distributes its stink”.