That's just another brazen lie on squirrels.
The truth about their philanthropic character has been documented here and there.
Stories like this have to be reckoned among the fairy-tales which are told by Machiavellian politicians and their down-and-dirty claqueurs in the bloody framework of Disaster Capitalism to bend the shocked people to those rogues' will.
The most perverted manne...

That's just another brazen lie on squirrels.
The truth about their philanthropic character has been documented here and there.
Stories like this have to be reckoned among the fairy-tales which are told by Machiavellian politicians and their down-and-dirty claqueurs in the bloody framework of Disaster Capitalism to bend the shocked people to those rogues' will.
The most perverted manner of misjudging squirrels is admittedly shown in a 1946-movie.
To hell with all sciurinophobe blockheads!!!

@ JG<Ultimately it is the individual's deepest choice whether to heed eschatological warnings as literal or whether to
search deeper yet in parabolic descent. And yet too is that third and most mysterious possibility of finding in parable the certainty of the literal's own parobolicity, that squirrels are not only parobly harbingers of end days but too and certainly the promise of a liberation we can but dimly perceive through their workings of which we know nothing.>

Many cities, nations, worlds teem in my brain, as do the minds of my cousins, the animals. They speak through me, I medium rare. The above is part of a response one of my furry friends has made to the wildcat of aribeth. If, t...

@ JG<Ultimately it is the individual's deepest choice whether to heed eschatological warnings as literal or whether to
search deeper yet in parabolic descent. And yet too is that third and most mysterious possibility of finding in parable the certainty of the literal's own parobolicity, that squirrels are not only parobly harbingers of end days but too and certainly the promise of a liberation we can but dimly perceive through their workings of which we know nothing.>

Many cities, nations, worlds teem in my brain, as do the minds of my cousins, the animals. They speak through me, I medium rare. The above is part of a response one of my furry friends has made to the wildcat of aribeth. If, too, says a cathedral of the past the greatest story of all cannot swallow the bloody tangles and lukewarm sputum of the lost, the I spit it out and abjure that harlot in convent clothing. Homo sum - humani a me nihil alienum puto.