Occasionally at the pub, I would tell my less-normie friends about some of the funnier advancements, and while they would laugh, they would ask why I would spend my time autisticly laughing at an alapaca farm on the other side of the world.
Its not an unreasonable question. In fact, it's a question the Tranchers themselves ask
on their website (
A).
'Why do we exist?'
'What's the goal for all this?'
Depends on who you ask. Ask Penny, and he'll tell you its to create a 'safehaven' for 'trans folks' 'not just to survive, but thrive'.
Ask Kevin, and he'll probably mumble something about capitalism.
Ask me, and I'll tell you there is no reason. Its just plain comedy gold, waiting to be mined by we Kiwi Prospectors. It has no reason. It just is. Yet another one of God's hilarious jokes like the platypus, or whatever it is he did to Fredrick Brennan.
And now, with (hilariously) no trannies saved, and (hilariously) thousands of dollars worth of bullshit-consumer-hell soaking in mud on the kerbside, I think I can say with confidence I was right.
The Tranch's land is barren, the house destroyed and all the animals confirmed dead and buried. Who could have possibly seen this coming?
We did. Two years ago, from the very beginning. Because clearly men in dresses waving around guns and children's figurines aren't cut out for the reality of homesteading. And we watched them fail because it was hilarious.
People hate the Farms for exactly this reason. The longer we are here, the more we are proven correct. And the more we are proven correct, the harder it is for people to ignore greater truths.
The emperor has no clothes.
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