VIRTUE SIGNALING.

Now dear people. I am NOT "virtue signaling" with these dog blog posts that I am doing. I am NOT.

Rather, I am virtue screaming. I am virtue shouting. I am virtue shrieking into the void. I am virtue cartwheeling. I am virtue jumping-up-and-down. I am virtue hangin'-on-a-cross-in-an-Easter-Bunny-costume-beatin'-a-pan-with-a-spoon. I am virtue catapulting-into-outer-space-in-a-lime-green-contraption-Elon-Musk-hasn't-even-heard-of-yet.

I am virtue waving-a-huge-bunch-of-sparklers-and-setting-off-a-huge-bunch-of-firecrackers-and-all-other-types-of-fireworks-until-somebody-hears-me.

But I am NOT merely "virtue signaling."

Because, as MAD Magazine used to put it: "Vice is not nice, but virtue won't hurt you."