My name is Gus Hartwell Polar Bear and this is my confession..... As you all know, if you are reading this, I am dead. It will be reported that I was "put down" by the vet staff (or as I would call them, my captors), but that is untrue. The truth is....the truth is that I did it. There was no more I could take. The torture, the captivity, the gawking. I started my life in captivity in Toledo, Ohio (a lovely little hell hole of what you people call a "zoo"). From there I was sold to the highest bidder to be a puppet. I was unloaded in the dead of night after a drugging and prodding to "inspect me". Had those vets put those needles down I would have torn them limb from limb. I was placed in a white room with bright lights and was violated in ways that would make you sick. They played with my junk, my ass, and my mouth. Sick. Just sick people. This occur regularly for the next 27 years. I was given not one, but two arranged marriages. Let
General musings from a guy who wears blue jeans and white t-shirts.