One fine day our good friend Bob (who is Bad) grew tired of teasing conservatives and decided to take a walk in the park...
The sun was shining... The wind was blowing... Flowers bloomed.... Trees treed... And all was well with the world...(I mean it's still going to end in twelve years, but enjoy it while you can, right)
After enjoying himself for some time Bob came across his good friend Archie sitting on a bench, reading the New York Times... Next to him, panting in the heat, was a rather large and ferocious looking Pitchihuahua...
Naturally apprehensive around such ferocious creatures our friend Bob debated if it were not wiser to retreat back the way he had come...
But remembering that Archie had made numerous claims as to his ability to raise and tame these deadly predators (Pitchihuahuas are the number one k**ler of imaginary comfort pets) our friend Bob worked up his courage and approched Archie....
Bob: Say there Arch... Does your dog bite?
Archie (Neglecting to look up from his paper... There was an interesting story on the immorality of clothes - basically just cloth walls, right): Nope
Deciding to trust in his long lasting and mutually respectful friendship with Archie our friend Bob squated down and reached out to stroke the mighty beast's head...
Upon contact the Pitchihuahua leaped up and fastened its razor-sharp fangs on Bob's throat...
A desperate struggle took place... Progressive cis-g****r white male against nature's equalizer...
Utilizing all of his sk**ls ( honed from years of posting tastefully humorous memes ) Bob managed to disengage himself from the merciless demon dog ( which promptly took off in search of the nearest 'safe space' to find a second course)...
Dusting himself off, and muttering astring of colorful emojis, our friend Bob approached Archie...
Bob: I thought you said that your dog doesn't bite!
Archie (Utilizing his newly learned second language) : That ain't my dog, eh!