The last White Rhino
We had a visitor in the garden yesterday.
The dog was going frantic at the glass door as I grabbed my camera and took a very fast snap-shot so the quality ain’t the best. I think the lens may need cleaning and the glass in the door definitely does.
I manages one quick snap before he buggered off.
There you have it. Proof of a White Rhino in Wicklow! Eat your heart out Attenborough.
Yes, I know he looks like a fox but he identifies himself as a White Rhino.
It just goes to prove that appearances can be very deceptive these days?
You’re a crackpot. Keep it up.
But I identify as a genius?
”I think, therefore I am” (French: Je pense, donc je suis; Latin: Ego cogito, ergo sum).
You must be correct.
If you think you are a genius,you are.I am Julius Caesar but I believe my cat is Brutus.
Looks like one of Santa,s Reindeers too me, or is it one of them Armadildos
Polar Bear? Those fuckers are everywhere.
Looking at the size of its neck, he more likely identifies as a fat fucker.
And who is wearing the German helmet behind it?
The “helmet” is a large glass ball. [Don’t ask!]
Now that looks like a very healthy white rhino to me. As far as self identification goes, I like to identify myself as a healthy and
viralvirile young man. Then I get up in the morning and the aches, pains and the mirror strongly suggest otherwise.If a man can claim to be a female, despite the presence of dangly bits then there is no reason to suppose you are not virile. Appearance counts for nothing these days.
I went into my bank and said I now identify as an eccentric multi-millionnaire: bastards didn’t go along with it. I wonder if I can sue them.
I wouldn’t be the least surprised. Especially these days. You could claim severe emotional upset and disillusionment (and let’s not forget the resulting depression) because their harsh and callus attitude towards your identification-id. A clear case of Identificism if you ask me.