My cat is a dumbass who destroys literally everything but I still love him. He has cute eyes. He depends on me to take care of his fuzzy butt. I mean, I could get rid of him, it would save me a ton of money that I don’t really have to waste, but he’s my cat. There’s an obligation.

It’s called having principles and not being a fucking puppet who only cares about opportunistically and conveniently overlooking shit in order to keep their favorite politicians clear