I am the Futhermucker to your modern Karen. Back in the preamble days, The Fitch was named in golden days as it is a combination of an effing b*tch or a funny one, depending on how you approach it. Simple rules, right?

I am the preamble of all the Karens in the world today and I lead them in the woods. We are “The Karen of the Wood” of Tater Twots. I train them to blend seemlessly as best I can, but show our asses we must. Just stop.

Many ElderKarens fell for the fight. We carry on for them.

Hello.

We Need a Grant… for tents, toilets, Lysol spray, and liquor. Bug spray would be right nice. We lost the tents in our last brush fire. It wasn’t us who started it. No, not the one before that, either.

Do As We Ask