drawing him after 8 actual yearz and i havent been able to stop thinking about how the far more interesting way to explore his character & his faith wouldve been to make him tranzfem . please god can anyone hear me
drawing him after 8 actual yearz and i havent been able to stop thinking about how the far more interesting way to explore his character & his faith wouldve been to make him tranzfem . please god can anyone hear me
School is closed in Minneapolis today because, after killing Renee Good, ICE attacked a high school, shot pepper spray at students and parents and handcuffed teachers who tried to protect their kids.
The US government's military operation in the Caribbean is supposedly intended to target "narco-terrorists." In my latest article, I explore the history of the term to argue that "narco-terrorism" is mostly a myth— a "political slogan" which does not accurately describe the world. By focusing our attention on foreign suppliers, this myth distracts us from more important factors, including the US government's own history of supporting drug trafficking.
Framing “Operation Southern Spear” as a battle against “narco-terrorists” is a desperate attempt to commit new violence using old excuses, o
To say that “narco-terrorism” is a myth is not to deny the obvious violence associated with the black market drug trade, but to acknowledge that the term does more to confuse than to clarify. The idea does not accurately explain the complex dynamics of the global drug trade; instead, it radically oversimplifies the problem. By portraying military intervention as a response to drug trafficking, the “narco-terrorism” myth allows politicians to ignore all of the ways in which military intervention is a cause of drug trafficking...
Perhaps the greatest flaw of “narco-terrorism” is that it encourages us to believe that complex human problems have simple military solutions. Sociologist C. Wright Mills once astutely criticized US elites for accepting a “military definition of reality,” a distorted perspective which prevents them from imagining policy solutions that do not involve military intervention. So long as the government insists upon seeing non-military problems through a military lens, they will never be solved.
The US Ambassador to the United Nations repeated the claim that Maduro is the leader of the “Cartel de los Soles” in his ravings to the Security Council this morning. It continues to not exist.
The term “Cartel of the Suns” originated as a colloquial term used by Venezuelans to mock the military officials who maintained close ties with drug traffickers within the country’s corrupt power system (Venezuelan generals wear symbols of the sun on their uniform). It has no territory, no leadership, no structure or coherence at all; it is a reference to a systematic national problem. The concept of a “crooked cop” does not suggest that there’s a Crooked Cop Incorporated office building we can go after, but that’s what they’re doing by designating “Cartel de los Soles” as a Foreign Terrorist Organization.
Haven't seen anyone talking about it here, but vocal transfeminist and writer Tara Knight has been sent a threat from the fbi insisting that she stop speaking about "radical gender ideology" and get rid of the past 3 years of her work.
A black trans woman is getting personally threatened by the fbi for being a transfeminist. What the fuck. Hopefully this gets more reach than my usual posts so that people who are able to can support her.
[Transcript: So as you all have likely heard I was forwarded a letter from the FBI informing me that my work and my platform and everything I’ve built over the past three years has to go, um, for propagating what they are calling ‘radical gender ideology’. Um, this comes from Trump Executive order, um basically saying I’m a propagandist for domestic… september eleventh… thing. Um, I would… I— I’ll just say, point blank, short period. I have no intentions of stopping anything. Maybe to my detriment but I’ve never been the smartest one. That’s— all I’m gonna say on this.]
Just as I was writing that transcript she posted this—
[Transcript: So I was told and informed that it’s probably in my best interest to tell all of you where you can find me in the event that I get deleted because having a platform is probably the only thing that will keep… everything okay, if you will. So I will provide the links and ads to my TikTok, my Substack, my Bluesky, the like. You’ll be able to find me there in the event… y’know. Y’know.]
it's all very well to say "friends are just as important as romantic partners" but in practice this simply is not the case lmao. you can share a flat with a friend but it's expected that sooner or later that friend will meet someone and will move out to go live with that person instead. if you're hanging out with friends you can bring your partner along but your friends can't come on a date night with you because that's third-wheeling and it's weird. you can know somebody for most of your life and still be second-best to some guy they met on tinder 6 months ago. you're meant to just accept without question the fact that your friends will prioritise time with their partners over time with you. being single is treated like a problem that needs to be fixed. we casually use expressions like "just friends" or "more than friends". everything we read and watch reinforces the idea that romantic love is what gives life meaning and therefore your life is meaningless without it. i try to keep my chin up but my god it is bleak out there
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I am Musab Ahmed. I once had a home, I once had a life… but now, everything I knew is nothing but rubble. My house was completely destroyed by the relentless bombing that took away even our memories.
My body did not escape this war—I was injured in my shoulder, underwent surgery, but I still need another operation to regain my full mobility. Yet, the greatest pain is not mine… it’s the pain of my daughter Lama, whose little hand could not withstand the bombing. She was injured and had to have a metal plate implanted in her hand, and we are still struggling to get her the treatment she needs.
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