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Right now Bernie has 406 delegates and Biden has 464, so itâs not over by a long shot. Itâs up to younger voters to decide whether they will let boomers pick their candidate yet again.
I assure you, I wouldâve done whatever it took to stop Chin.
( Avatar Kyoshi | Photographer )
this⊠is an incredible cosplay. like this looks like a costume design for what the live action could have been.
Just watching Castlevania season 3 when...
Wait, Is that..?
Goddamn
âWhen I was 26, I went to Indonesia and the Philippines to do research for my first book, No Logo. I had a simple goal: to meet the workers making the clothes and electronics that my friends and I purchased. And I did. I spent evenings on concrete floors in squalid dorm rooms where teenage girlsâsweet and gigglyâspent their scarce nonworking hours. Eight or even 10 to a room. They told me stories about not being able to leave their machines to pee. About bosses who hit. About not having enough money to buy dried fish to go with their rice.
They knew they were being badly exploitedâthat the garments they were making were being sold for more than they would make in a month. One 17-year-old said to me: âWe make computers, but we donât know how to use them.â
So one thing I found slightly jarring was that some of these same workers wore clothing festooned with knockoff trademarks of the very multinationals that were responsible for these conditions: Disney characters or Nike check marks. At one point, I asked a local labor organizer about this. Wasnât it strangeâa contradiction?
It took a very long time for him to understand the question. When he finally did, he looked at me like I was nuts. You see, for him and his colleagues, individual consumption wasnât considered to be in the realm of politics at all. Power rested not in what you did as one person, but what you did as many people, as one part of a large, organized, and focused movement. For him, this meant organizing workers to go on strike for better conditions, and eventually it meant winning the right to unionize. What you ate for lunch or happened to be wearing was of absolutely no concern whatsoever.
This was striking to me, because it was the mirror opposite of my culture back home in Canada. Where I came from, you expressed your political beliefsâfirstly and very often lastlyâthrough personal lifestyle choices. By loudly proclaiming your vegetarianism. By shopping fair trade and local and boycotting big, evil brands.
These very different understandings of social change came up again and again a couple of years later, once my book came out. I would give talks about the need for international protections for the right to unionize. About the need to change our global trading system so it didnât encourage a race to the bottom. And yet at the end of those talks, the first question from the audience was: âWhat kind of sneakers are OK to buy?â âWhat brands are ethical?â âWhere do you buy your clothes?â âWhat can I do, as an individual, to change the world?â
Fifteen years after I published No Logo, I still find myself facing very similar questions. These days, I give talks about how the same economic model that superpowered multinationals to seek out cheap labor in Indonesia and China also supercharged global greenhouse-gas emissions. And, invariably, the hand goes up: âTell me what I can do as an individual.â Or maybe âas a business owner.â
The hard truth is that the answer to the question âWhat can I, as an individual, do to stop climate change?â is: nothing. You canât do anything. In fact, the very idea that weâas atomized individuals, even lots of atomized individualsâcould play a significant part in stabilizing the planetâs climate system, or changing the global economy, is objectively nuts. We can only meet this tremendous challenge together. As part of a massive and organized global movement.
The irony is that people with relatively little power tend to understand this far better than those with a great deal more power. The workers I met in Indonesia and the Philippines knew all too well that governments and corporations did not value their voice or even their lives as individuals. And because of this, they were driven to act not only together, but to act on a rather large political canvas. To try to change the policies in factories that employ thousands of workers, or in export zones that employ tens of thousands. Or the labor laws in an entire country of millions. Their sense of individual powerlessness pushed them to be politically ambitious, to demand structural changes.
In contrast, here in wealthy countries, we are told how powerful we are as individuals all the time. As consumers. Even individual activists. And the result is that, despite our power and privilege, we often end up acting on canvases that are unnecessarily smallâthe canvas of our own lifestyle, or maybe our neighborhood or town. Meanwhile, we abandon the structural changesâthe policy and legal workâ to others.â
- Naomi Klein
[Image: Tweet by Emily Mullin (@EmilyLMullin) and tweet by Isobelle Winter (@IsobelleWinter), both about the dangers of Facebookâs new preventative health screening tool. Images have been modified for visual ease but information has not been changed.]
Something to know about Facebookâs new âscreening tool,â and advice/info that can most certainly be used outside of this specific situation.
For spoonies, the biggest deal is how this data, if leaked, could affect you in professional and insurance spheres.
Hereâs Emilyâs full thread, which discusses the details of the tool, and hereâs Isobelleâs full thread, which extrapolates on specific dangers.
In the end? Itâs another data grab. Data is worth money; donât give yours away, especially not to Facebook.
PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST this shit is scary.
Chaplin met Lita MacMurray when she was 12yrs old. He got her pregnant during the filming of The Gold Rush when she was 15. He fired her from the set and tried forcing her to have an abortion. Years after covering that disgusting situation up, at the age of 54 he married Oona OâNeil, who had just turned 18.Â
Itâs absolutely disgusting how these men use their money, fame, and influence to silence their victims. & we can only guess at the number of young girls we will never know about who have been targeted by these demons. Â
This whole âseperate the art from the artistâ bs has kept such criminals protected from the scrutiny of law. We need to accept that art cannot cover up crimes and that in want of better art, we cannot let criminals do better crimes.
and people brush this off and pretend itâs not reality all the time. people are fucking spineless. itâs pathetic but even more than that, itâs disgusting. stop letting pedophiles be ânormalâ, stop letting pedophiles be âgreat.â childrenâs safety matters.
Every âbrilliantâ pedophile who is punished and removed from society allows someone else more worthy to take his place. It also gives his victims a chance to do great things instead. We would have more brilliant artists and creators not fewer if the pedophiles werenât allowed to flourish. Theyâd be a different demographic - one that men canât use to give tacit approval to their own misdeeds.
The more you look at this picture, the more anxious it becomes.
this is just a normal waffle house
there is a bloody handprint on the door
There is somethung under the counter with the cups
Blind man reading news paper Skull in the coffee
Milk is $15
Ladyâs hand is a tentacle
the bleeding pie, the eyeball and fingers on the blind manâs plateâŠ
I was trying to find something nobody else had seen yet, when I realizedâŠ
Look right above the tentacle arm. The second man at the buffet, what the hell is he doing? Heâs either throwing up or eating an octopus.
I think his face is just tentacles.
The blind man has gills.
Scariest detail: this image was ripped from the creatorâs site and vandalized (edited to remove the watermark), then reuploaded for viral fame without so much as a mention of the artistâs name. SOURCE: http://jeffleejohnson.deviantart.com/art/Blue-Plate-Special-661961724 That said, the earlier observation about milk being $15 is off - artist confirms this is based on a 1920âs diner, so the price would be in cents. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4375070065) The table under the journal is lacquered with ants. The person holding the skull-creamed coffee paints the underside of their nails. Either that or their natural nails grow red. The journalâs writing, intentionally made hard to read and partially obscured, is somewhat of a cheat to all the things amiss in the scene. (http://comments.deviantart.com/1/661961724/4372574544) I can make out: â⊠and eyeball ⊠have to think he is less strange than the horrifying creature that seems to have inhabited the cabinet behind him ⊠all tentacles and teeth ⊠(obscured by cup) ⊠Where in the world can be found such nightmares?!â
Reblogging for the correct source (I didnât even notice the OP wasnât the artist oops).
Thereâs a second one, and thereâs even more in this
AAAHH, cool, but AAAAAHHHH
Just a regular morning in Innsmouth.
Passing your perception checks isnât always a great idea
when i saw this i couldnât believe it didnât have music
I hope to one day exude as much raw energy as this man does.
the god of chaos
What color is his shirt
I LOOKED HIM UP AND YAâLL DONT UNDERSTAND
He is a fucking bull riding stripperâŠ.
A WHAT
*in the distance*
Thatâs what I like about Texas
âI had an auto-repair man once, who, on these intelligence tests, could not possibly have scored more than 80, by my estimate. I always took it for granted that I was far more intelligent than he was. Yet, when anything went wrong with my car I hastened to him with it, watched him anxiously as he explored its vitals, and listened to his pronouncements as though they were divine oracles - and he always fixed my car. Well, then, suppose my auto-repair man devised questions for an intelligence test. Or suppose a carpenter did, or a farmer, or, indeed, almost anyone but an academician. By every one of those tests, Iâd prove myself a moron, and Iâd be a moron, too. In a world where I could not use my academic training and my verbal talents but had to do something intricate or hard, working with my hands, I would do poorly. My intelligence, then, is not absolute but is a function of the society I live in and of the fact that a small subsection of that society has managed to foist itself on the rest as an arbiter of such matters. Consider my auto-repair man, again. He had a habit of telling me jokes whenever he saw me. One time he raised his head from under the automobile hood to say: âDoc, a deaf-and-mute guy went into a hardware store to ask for some nails. He put two fingers together on the counter and made hammering motions with the other hand. The clerk brought him a hammer. He shook his head and pointed to the two fingers he was hammering. The clerk brought him nails. He picked out the sizes he wanted, and left. Well, doc, the next guy who came in was a blind man. He wanted scissors. How do you suppose he asked for them?â Indulgently, I lifted my right hand and made scissoring motions with my first two fingers. Whereupon my auto-repair man laughed raucously and said, âWhy, you dumb jerk, He used his voice and asked for them.â Then he said smugly, âIâve been trying that on all my customers today.â âDid you catch many?â I asked. âQuite a few,â he said, âbut I knew for sure Iâd catch you.â âWhy is that?â I asked. âBecause youâre so goddamned educated, doc, I knew you couldnât be very smart.ââ
â Isaac Asimov
great graphic, very helpful for selecting apples in regard to baking, but one amendment should be considered:
a red delicious isnât an apple itâs a wet clump of bitter sand
red delicious is what floral foam probably tastes like if it were edible
movies about apocalypses: itâs every man for himself!! you canât trust anyone, itâs a wasteland of solo travelers and sad families, weâre alone out here
humans irl: *pack bond with strangers*
*pack bond with large carnivores*
*pack bond with robots in space thousands of miles away*
Apocalypse preppers who fantasise about all our artificial rules and governments falling away in times of chaos seem to forget that we invented those rules and governments. Over and over. When you put humans near each other, they group up and make a society; thatâs why those governments exist. Do they think we magically stop doing that in dangerous situations? Because⊠we donât.
hopepunk doesnât have time for your racist doomsday hard-on, carl.
What we thought Carole & Tuesday was about: Young musicians on the path to stardom.
What Carole & Tuesday turned out to be about: Young musicians and their friends and families joining forces to do their part in changing hearts and minds and oh, yeah, speaking up for refugees and taking down an anti-immigration presidential campaign.
MY NAME IS PAGE AND I APPROVE THIS MESSAGE.
(and yes, the soundtrackâs pretty damn fabulous.)
Strawhat's palette
How are disabled and interracial illegal???
Interracial marriage was outlawed for the longest time, and disabled people lose government benefits when they get married so they cannot have reassurance that they will continue to LIVE if they get married.
Story time: my mom is white, dad is black. Theyâve been together twenty four years, married for twenty three. When my parents were dating they did it on the low TO KEEP MY DAD SAFE.
My momâs parents said âWe donât care who you love.â At that point sheâd only ever brought home white guys. She brought my dad home-her mother called her a nigger lover and damned the relationship as much as possible. Her father grew around his prejudices after I was born but never apologized, just wasnât a blatant fuck.
The day she introduced my father to her family was the last time she spoke to her mother for over twenty years. When I was getting sick and she called and asked her mother and grandmother if anyone in the family had anything strange happen similar what I was going through they told her âitâs because you married a black man. You made your bed, you lie in it.â
Cops pulled them over all the time and asked my mom IF SHE WAS OKAY AND IF SHE NEEDED HELP BECAUSE MY FATHER-A BLACK MAN-WAS DRIVING A 100 POUND WHITE WOMAN AROUND. HE WAS HARRASSED AND THREATED WITH ARREST.
My father ended up getting into a fight in self defence because some entitled hick decided he didnât like seeing a black man and white woman in the bar together. Thankfully other patrons helped my father but he still couldnât go to the er for his injuries. My mom patched him up and they were terrified the cops would take him away.
THEIR BEST FRIEND GOT LICENSED TO MARRY THEM SO THEY COULD ACTUALLY TIE THE KNOT BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WOULD AND CITED JIM CROW ERA LAW AS TO WHY.
When shopping with just me my father wouldnât hold my hand if there was a group around. Why? Iâm far lighter than him and people had stopped and asked him âwhose child is that?â Or âlittle girl whereâs your parents?â and were stunned when I grinned and pointed at my dad and proudly proclaimed âmy daddyâs right here.â You know where else mixed kids couldnât hold their parents hands? Apartheid South Africa. We live in fucking FLORIDA.
So yeah. Some history for you.
This post was made in October 2018. The above posterâs parents met in 1994. We were a generation removed from the Civil Rights movement and this was happening.
when my parents got married in 1979, they had to check to make sure they could legally do it at their intended venue
why?
my mom has epilepsy, and in the late 19th-early 20th centuries, several states passed laws banning people with epilepsy- among other disabilities -from marrying
(luckily the state in question had removed the law from the books, but just the fact that it was a concern is appalling)
And itâs SO important to remember these things. People on tumblr often somewhat remember life before Hodges v. Obergefell, but many were kids. And that was just 4 years ago. Loving v. Virginia, the case that allowed interracial marriage, was argued in 1967. My mom was 9. Sheâs a Boomer and Iâm a Millennial. This was NOT that long ago. But by not framing it like that, itâs easy for people for whom itâs always been law to not realize how recent it was.