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Having to endure hearing a shitlib talk about the U.S. war against Iran like it's a genuine Vietnam War casualty quagmire where hundred of G.I.s are returning home in caskets because they need to use their quippy smug one-liners they heard on tiktok or whatever about how dumb "MAGATS" are. I will conduct dialogue about this conflict with tankies, fascists, jihadist, anarchists, occientalists, hoteps, ba'athists, even outright fucking Hitler worshippers you fucking name it but you average Western liberal or conservative? I would rather be flayed alive.
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"land acknowledgements" are so fucking funny since they never end with "...and therefore we will be surrendering our 'stolen' land."
Unless you're giving back your supposedly "stolen" land what you're doing is called gloating. Do they even understand that? It's not woke, you're doing a victory lap.
"I acknowledge we are on stolen land. But lol no we will do nothing about it. We just wanted to put it out there. We feel real bad about it. No, we won't be returning the land though. But you should feel ashamed for your skin color."
Basically all modern "Activism" amounts to jack shit besides words, so this isn't out of the ordinary, but it's so fucking funny to watch them contort themselves.
IL MANDORLO IN FIORE
Una leggenda minore della mitologia greca parla di due fratelli, Agamante e Demofonte, figli dell’eroe Teseo, che combatterono contro i troiani per liberare la loro nonna, madre di Teseo. A seconda di chi racconta la legenda, uno dei due, Agamante secondo Omero, Demofonte secondo Virgilio, sposò la figlia del re della Tracia, Fillide. Ora avvenne che il marito di Fillide (Agamante o Demofonte) dovette lasciare la moglie per vari motivi (chi dice la guerra di Troia, chi dice la nostalgia di Atene) e la povera donna aspettò per così lungo tempo che alla fine morì di crepacuore. Presa da pietà per la povera moglie abbandonata, una dea (Atena secondo una versione, Era seconda l’altra) trasformarono Fillide nell’albero del Mandorlo. Quando il marito finalmente tornò (chiunque dei due fosse), sapendo della moglie morta e trasformata in albero, si recò nel luogo in cui era piantato e trovatolo, disperato l’abbracciò piangendo. Fu allora che l’albero per la prima volta fiorì con mille fiori delicatissimi. Essendo il primo albero che fiorisce prima ancora dell’arrivo astronomico della primavera, il mandorlo segna un cambiamento impercettibile della natura, ne annuncia la rinascita, ne evidenzia la forza. Per questa sua particolarità la fioritura del mandorlo, che trasforma vallate siciliane come quello dello Jato, in una distesa infinita di fiori bianchi, ricorda l’Hanami giapponese. Ma mentre per i Giapponesi la fioritura dei ciliegi rappresenta la bellezza legata alla sua naturale provvisorietà, e per questo ha un sottofondo melanconico, in Sicilia il fiorire dei mandorli è un momento gioioso di unione e rinascita. A questi principi si rifà la festa del Mandorlo in Fiore, dove Agrigento invita i gruppi folcloristici di tutte le nazioni del mondo, per festeggiare l’arrivo della primavera, l’amicizia dei popoli e la bellezza dell’armonia che dovrebbe unirli. Il mandorlo, non so se lo sai, come albero non è imponente e sembra gracile e debole, cresce in terreni che non danno nessun nutrimento e non ha bisogno di essere abbeverato regolarmente ma sopravvive con le poche piogge della primavera siciliana. Eppure ogni anno, fiorisce con migliaia e migliaia di piccoli fiori, malgrado siccità e tempeste. Il fiorire dei mandorli, è quindi l’evidenza più grande della forza vitale della natura, una forza che ogni uomo, ogni comunità dovrebbe apprezzare, conservare e proteggere perché di essa è un portatrice sana.
A minor legend in Greek mythology tells of two brothers, Agamas and Demophon, sons of the hero Theseus, who fought against the Trojans to free their grandmother, Theseus's mother. Depending on who tells the legend, one of them—Agamas according to Homer, Demophon according to Virgil—married Phyllis, daughter of the king of Thrace. Phyllis's husband (Agamas or Demophon) had to leave his wife for various reasons (some say the Trojan War, others say homesickness for Athens), and the poor woman waited so long that she finally died of a broken heart. Taking pity on her abandoned wife, a goddess (Athena according to one version, Hera according to the other) transformed Phyllis into the almond tree. When the husband (whoever he was) finally returned, learning that his wife had died and been transformed into a tree, he went to the place where it had been planted and, finding it, hugged it in despair, crying. It was then that the tree bloomed for the first time with a thousand delicate blossoms. Being the first tree to bloom before the astronomical arrival of spring, the almond tree marks an imperceptible change in nature, announcing its rebirth, highlighting its strength. Because of this peculiarity, the blossoming of the almond tree, which transforms Sicilian valleys like the Jato valley into an endless expanse of white blossoms, recalls the Japanese Hanami. But while for the Japanese, the cherry blossom represents the beauty inherent in its natural impermanence, and therefore has a melancholic undertone, in Sicily the blossoming of the almond trees is a joyful moment of union and rebirth. These principles are the inspiration behind the Almond Blossom Festival, where Agrigento invites folk groups from around the world to celebrate the arrival of spring, the friendship of peoples, and the beauty of the harmony that should unite them. The almond tree, I don't know if you know, is not an imposing tree and appears frail and weak. It grows in soil that provides no nutrients and does not need regular watering, but survives on the scant rainfall of the Sicilian spring. Yet every year, it blooms with thousands upon thousands of tiny flowers, despite drought and storms. The blossoming of almond trees is therefore the greatest evidence of nature's vital force, a force that every person, every community, should appreciate, preserve, and protect because it is a healthy carrier of it.