Inspired by the Brain Drill song Forcefed Human Shit, whose lyrics, much like this poem, tear into the disgraceful behaviour of so many modern journalists, with the title being what its vocalist likens it to.

I haven’t been this angry for a very long time, so I’ll share with you what led me to make this poem.

With ScotiaCon taking place this weekend, I came across four different articles about it from right wing rags. Not only did these papers not make any attempt to seek permission to use the photos of the fursuiters they ran with, but they also made no attempt to do any research, instead bluntly focusing on the worst stereotypes about our community. The actions of one of these papers, the Daily Telegraph, scared away the charity who was originally going to be at the convention.

It goes to show you that when it comes to Furries, the average journalist is a lying sack of shit. As they have proven time and again, they will twist anything you say to them to paint you and the rest of us in the worst light possible, and they don’t care whose reputations they wreck along the way. All this is why I have always told members of our community never to interact with them.

Note: The second half of this poem’s title was chosen as an insulting reference to Marion Calder, who decided to target this convention and publicly attack our community, in the process demonstrating her complete ignorance about it and unwillingness to see past the sensationalist headlines. That’s exactly the kind of people she and her transphobic organisation For Women Scotland are – they hate anything they don’t understand.