u/Electrical-Cat4395

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That's the main reason I think he bitches about it so much, if not one of the main reasons.

That show has much more love, effort, and value put into it than anything Paul has ever produced, and is so much more popular too because of it that it offends him.

Plus, he just hates animation in general, so that adds to it.

September 11, 2025

Yesterday I was preparing for my next debate performance at Utah Valley University in my trailer, applying my eyeliner (recommended to me by the vice president himself), when the boom of a small explosion behind me made me turn around. My heart must have skipped a beat in that split second as the ringing in my eyes and the burning of my nostrils helped heighten my senses to the smoldering circle where a short figure arose. Before me was a brown-skinned young girl in a white Civil War general-like outfit with bright purple highlights. (gloves, boots, witch hat, belt, buttons, and a cape)

“Charles James Kirk.” She said in the most uncomfortably deep voice to come out of a child you would ever hear. “Your demise is impending. There is an assassin out there, planning on taking your life.”

After much thinking and processing of information, I came to my conclusion and declared it to her.

“I don’t believe you.”

“What?” She asked, her caterpillar-like eyebrow raising in confusion.

“Why should I trust you?” I replied firmly, arms crossed against my white “Freedom” shirt.

“Why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know who you are, nor do I know of your intentions.”

“Fair point, Charles, fair point.” She said, nodding her head. “But I say to you, would a fiend plant counter-snipers all over the campus to catch your soon-to-be murderer?”

“Counter-snipers?”

“Yes, we have, my friend, Sadie, from the prime universe as the principal instructor of the group. We also have several other versions of the same person from other universes working to protect you.”

“Really now?”

“Yes, Charles, we have a Sadie from the universe where everyone is good at sniping, which kind of undercuts how good she is usually at it, but whatever.”

“Go on…”

“We have a Sadie from the universe where everyone is LGBT+.”

“Of course you would.”

“We have a Sadie where it's still 1985, too.”

“Okay, I get it. But I still don’t trust you.” I explained to her.

“How come, Charles?” She asked further.

“Because you’re a bunch of DEI hires.”

“We are not from the Dutch East India Company, my friend.”

“No, I mean look at you, your ambiguously ethnic appearance tells me you were probably hired due to it and not because of your actual abilities as a… whatever you are.”

“I say to you, I acquired this position of mine through hard work and merit of other means.” She spoke, crossing her arms against her own chest, much like I was doing. “As the same as my cohorts. Speaking of which, Connie is currently searching for your future liquidator as we speak.”

Immediately upon saying this, the door swung open from the swift kick of a character similar in age and outfit (only with the white areas red and the purple accents green) to the young girl before me. Her skin was almost paper-white pale, and her hair was a blinding blonde in an Afro-like arrangement. In her arms was a bound and gagged old man, somehow holding him with some sort of unearthly strength.

“Abby! Abby!” She said with sweat beading down her freckled face. “I found ‘em! I found the killer!”

“No, Connie, that isn’t him.” The girl standing in the circle of ashes answered. “You are looking for a young man.”

“Aw, man! I thought I had ‘em!” She said, sitting him down.

“Ah ha! You guys are a bunch of DEI hires after all!” I declared triumphantly.

“That’s it! You are coming with us regardless of your wants.” Said Abby with her arms up.

Suddenly, a flash engulfed me and the two girls. It didn’t hurt; it was just us being swallowed up by smoke and light. The next instant, I was on the roof of the university itself (or so I presume) with yet another young girl in an anachronistic uniform, this time it was blue with yellow areas, making her look like Charles XII of Sweden. She was looking through a sniper scope in the prone position.

“Any luck, Sadie?” Asked Connie.

She looked up and shook her head.

“Afraid not.”

“Curses!” Abby said with a stomp of her booted foot. “We need to find this killer!” That’s when she went from animatedly upset to stock still. Her pupils shrank into pinpricks, and her gaze scanned the area around her.

“What is it?” I asked while the two others looked at her knowingly.

“Show yourself!” Abby shouted out of the blue.

That is when the roof that we were standing on opened up, flames belched out as a red-skinned figure arose.

“Yama, king of Hell.” The witchy girl spoke. “I could feel it was you.”

“Yes, yes. You’ve caught me.” He spoke in a voice that was actually much less deep than Abby’s. Yama had large yellow tusks and wore only a brown loincloth, his protruding beer belly much evident.

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“Well, you see, a coven of witches cursed Mr. Kirk here, and so his soul has been placed in my targets.” He replied. “He must be returned to Samsara.’’

“Let’s say we do a trade then? The soul of the assassin for the soul of Charles?”

“Why should I make such a barter?”

“Because if you don’t, we will call upon the will of Avalokiteshvara themselves,” Abby answered back with a smirk.

“Yeah! All three of us!” Said Connie while Sadie just pointed her rifle at the demon lord’s skull.

“Very well. The offer is taken. Kirk’s life is no longer in jeopardy.” Yama confirmed, disappearing downwards into the portal while the screams of my murderer filled the air.

Afterwards, I went on with my debate in peace. I have learned a valuable lesson from all of this. Most of all, I have educated myself on the religions of the Far East and the mythology therein, upon this I have concluded this:

I have now converted to Buddhism.

I've been watching MLP again recently, and it got me thinking about how even shows I don't care for, like Bluey, or shows I used to watch, like SpongeBob, have so much more hard work, talent, and care put into them than DFF or anything else TJ and Paul make.

I just want to say, you're a pussy Paul. You, TJ, and Scotty refuse to address any of the inappropriate shit TJ has done to and said about underaged girls. I know you guys are too cowardly to answer for it unless you actually do. We're going to keep bringing it up regardless until you guys do.

I've heard that floating around but is there any evidence for that being the case?