The replies are filled with amusing mockery — sea horses are horses, hot dogs are dogs, urinal cakes are cakes, and, probably most enraging to a ridiculous trust-fund communist like Robinson, national socialists are socialists. I may be a simple fellow, but I never stop being entertained by seeing self-proclaimed radicals being all BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK about smashing fascism and ending capitalism, only to skid to a halt right before the invisible fence of fashionable ideology zaps them in their shock collar. Good doggie!