Angry Gamer delivers an insight that bursts through the dark matter of post-America:
I always enjoy looking at these pictures. I enjoy looking at the girls around the central guy. There is something elementally human about a guy with a few girls around and the girl looking up at the man with affection.
It’s like looking at a world that makes sense.
In contrast, when the cosmic order is violated — as when closeted homosexual Maricon wedges himself between two dead-eyed marauders, his broad submissive smile betraying an illicit ardor — our hearts recoil at the sight, and we beg for a cleansing fire.