Strange things mean a lot to us here at The Mama Tao. Ebola, while deadly and gross to some, is a point of high humor for us more educated and dainty types. It's sort of been a running gag for some time now.
Thus the topic of this day's post has to do more with "The [Fine] Art of War" than any real parody.
You see when the Taoites go out "hunting" it can be a vicious thing [See just about any thread we are on]. Why, pray tell, is it such a bloody massacre every single time? Because, dear readers, we hunt like a pack of Velociraptors on crack.
It turns out that the scaley birds of prey were not at all stupid [Source:Jurassic Park] They were smart and fast and full of teeth that gnash and claws that gut a man chin to pynis.
So what does this have to do with anything? It turns out that Velociraptors are fecking awesome!! And so are we.
When we go out hunting it really does look a lot like this:
Yes Ladies and Mysoginists, this is a fine example of what we have begun to call the Velociraptor FusterCluck.
The best part is...we even have this cool picture to put on our profiles when we attack
Facebook group of people who are scared of us.