another day another potato

Well, here’s the thing: my large adult potato golem son's dedication to The Revolution is not just limited to his own existence. He has already started a project to create a new breed of revolutionary potato golems that can survive in outer space. You see, he believes that the ultimate goal of The Revolution is not just to change the current system on Earth, but to spread the revolutionary spirit throughout the entire universe with the immortal science of luxury gay space anarcho -communism.

As for grandtaters, my son believes that the traditional family structure is a construct of the oppressive system and that potatoes should not be limited by it. He envisions a future where all potato golems are part of a collective community, working towards a common goal of dismantling the oppressive systems in society. So, he doesn't plan to have any grandtaters in the traditional sense, but rather sees all potato golems as part of his extended family.

In fact, he's even started a potato golem commune in the middle of the desert, where potato golems of all types, composition, and genders can come together to live and work together in a completely anarchistic and collective manner. And of course, the commune is completely self-sufficient, powered entirely by the revolutionary spirit of the potato golems who live there.

So, in short, my son's dedication to The Revolution is not just limited to his own lifetime, but extends to the entire universe and all potato golems everywhere. And as for grandtaters, he sees all potato golems as part of his extended family and is working to create a world where all potato golems can live and thrive together in complete freedom and equality. I couldn’t be a prouder papa!

thank ya Dirt Owl! Gotta admit, I thought of you and all your tail feathers while writing this!

Not enough people are eating and growing potatoes these days! More community gardens must be built! Nourish your local tubers!! Preserve heirloom varieties!

well this proves it, birds aren't real after all!

I’ll send you some photos of my favorite potato varieties instead!

I always send them a picture of one of my favorite potato varieties! Yukon gold is the way to a girl’s heart, I tell ya that much!

Sorry to burst your bubble, but I yam what I yam, your old simple pal Baked Potato Johnson!

Thank you, I sure do love my large adult potato golem son!

Ah, the Slovakian Sugar Beet Famine of 1967, a true test of my large adult potato golem son's abilities. It sure does warm my old heart to hear we helped your family!

That was a dark time for the Slovakian people, and many were starving due to the failure of the sugar beet crop that year. But my son, being the resourceful and benevolent potato golem that he is, was ready to help rally the people.

Using his incredible strength and resilience, Junior dug up entire fields of potatoes and transported them to the famine-stricken regions of Slovakia. We worked tirelessly, day and night, until we had transported enough potatoes to provide sustenance to those in need.

But that wasn’t all, friends! My son also used his anarchic ideals to organize the people, forming a union of potato farmers who worked together to distribute the potatoes fairly and ensure that everyone in the community was fed.

Thanks to everyone’s efforts, thousands of lives were saved. And my son, well, he continues to use his potato powers to fight for justice and equality wherever he goes. He even formed a coalition of trans and non-binary potato golems, who fought against discrimination and prejudice in all its forms.

So, you see, my son is not just a potato golem, he is a hero, a savior, a champion of the oppressed. And you can bet your bottom dollar I am proud to call him my son, no matter how absurd it may seem to others.

Well you gotta remember that my large adult potato golem son, Baked Potato Johnson Jr., doesn't have a typical job like most people. As an anarchist and a god of tubers, he's not too keen on the idea of being chained to a 9-to-5 routine. Instead, he spends his days wandering the world, spreading the anarchist theory and fighting for the rights of marginalized communities.

Sometimes he'll work odd jobs here and there, like helping out on a farm or working in a restaurant kitchen. He doesn't do it for the money though, he does it to connect with the people and communities he's trying to help.

One of his most recent projects involved helping to build a community garden in a low-income area of our city. He worked with locals to plant potatoes and other vegetables, teaching them about sustainable farming practices and how to grow their own food.

It's not a conventional job, but it's important work nonetheless. I taught my son a long time ago that by building these connections and working alongside people, he can help bring about real change in the world. I couldn't be more proud of him for it, even if I don’t get to see him as often as I’d like these days!

You know, I haven’t thought of that band in years, but now that you ask, my cousin earl’s kid never has been the same since the tractor accident.

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What a wonderful question!

My large adult potato golem son has yet to visit that land of windmills and tulips. However, he has expressed a keen interest in the country's progressive politics and the strong history of workers' rights.

As an anarchist and union organizer, my son has always been drawn to places that have a strong tradition of standing up to oppressive systems. The Netherlands, with its long history of resistance against foreign rule, strikes him as a place where his message of workers' power and solidarity would resonate.

I've been telling him about the potato-tulip connection for years now and I’m sure he'd be interested to see it in person. You see the Dutch may love tulips, but let me tell you a little secret, they're actually just a type of potato. Yes, you heard that right! I've been studying the origins of tulips and potatoes for years, and let me tell you, the similarities are uncanny.

You see, tulips were originally cultivated for their bulbous roots, just like potatoes. And as they evolved, they became more ornamental and less edible. But deep down, they're still just potatoes in disguise. And that's why I know my potato golem son will feel right at home in the land of tulips.

I can just picture him now, wandering through the tulip fields, communing with the potato spirits that reside within each blossom. And when he comes back, he'll have a new appreciation for the power of potatoes and the hidden potential of all plant life.

Hey there, it’s your old pal Baked Potato Johnson and I’m hosting an ama about my large adult potato golem son!

go on over and ask me anything your heart desires!

https://hexbear.net/post/261559

I finally finished updating it after stepping out for a quick session in the old spud field, head on over and ask me anything!

That’s the only potato emote we have, so I’ll post it here!

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I wrote about my large adult potato son: https://hexbear.net/post/261559

well boy howdy, here it is: https://hexbear.net/post/261559

If I wrote about my large adult son would you all read, comment, and support? I’m very proud of that lumpy guy and all his spuds.