Remember yesterday, when there was mostly news of death and tragedy? And we all wept in our hands and considered getting really drunk to dull the despair of the Derby? I bet you'd really like it if I posted about something light and happy and funny right about now to take away the pain. Well, okay, you are Princess Buttercup and I'm the Dread Pirate Roberts/Westley. "Life is pain, your highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something." Because there's a trauma I just can't ignore here.
Perhaps you know about the Childhood Goat Trauma Foundation? It's an organization I hold dear, because I was a sufferer (sniff) and spent years just terrified of petting zoos. (By the way, I also suffered goose ambush trauma--anyone wanna start a foundation for a worthy cause? Those bastards have teeth in their beaks, you know.) Anyway, I raise the issue because June is Goat Trauma Awareness month. You know I love awareness months. And it just means the timing is perfect to openly discuss this issue, and encourage survivors to get help. Break the silence!
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Childhood Goat Trauma: The healing begins now
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