Here's a picture of my diapers and my politics together at the same time from 2016.

As a furry, for the past several years, I have been forced to have seen thousands and thousands of mentally retarded men presently wearing diapers explain their thoughts on the elections and other great matters like Karl Marx and the war on terror, and write 18,000 words about the lore of carrying a purse while you are a man.

I'd like to share 3 quotes with you that I think perfectly express my thoughts about these situations under this context.
"When you have to wake up at 5 AM to work at Burger King, your priorities are different." - Chainblades
"I can't do nothin' bout it, I can't do nothin' for you, I don't care nothin' bout it.
Rainforest burning down. War and riots all around. I'm inside like, 'Fuck em all. What's the main event on RAW?'" - Insane Clown Posse (RAW was a professional wrestling programme if you're not American)
"You're not gonna fight cops, bro. Just stop. What are you doing? You're a schizophrenic little man singing hymns for 5 guys on YouTube. You're not gonna fight cops, bro. Just stop." - PPP addressing a political extremist

I did quite a bit of this myself when I was younger so I relate to these furries in diapers very much. I was that guy. So, I feel deeply sorry for them that they're stuck in this depressing black hole drowning helplessly, and becoming even more antisocial with these interests that are way beyond their abilities. You're already a man in diapers, you don't need to blanket yourself in even more alienation with politicing you do not understand.
At 18 or 19 years old, following the advice of Murdoch Murdoch and /v/, I shaved my head and I spent over a thousand hours researching Hitler, the American Confederates, practicing asceticism and disallowed myself to watch anything but John Wayne films and other puritan content, and read Ezra Pound and William Luther Pierce.

I had a hollow faith in Jesus that was almost entirely performative because it came as an accessory bundled with right wingism, and this would end up being what saved me from this cringe lifestyle.

The numerous passages about "Bearing fruit for God" in the Bible left me deeply disturbed. How could someone that doesn't even want to leave their house bear any fruit for God? I don't want to convert people, I don't even see people. The only 2 fellows I talked to at the time were both homosexual furry porn artists that couldn't give less of a shit about Christianity. If I can't convert people can I even get into heaven? My faith became even more hollow as I thought about these problems.
And I then began applying that line of thought with my political activities, or lack thereof. I was living the life of a political extremist in all ways excepting the most important two: going outside and doing activism, and creating or funding special interest lobby groups.