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@hadenclairee
Social media shouldn't be for-profit. I actually like this site and it's basically the least profitable thing in existence. It should stay that way. The community should own it. It should be a community organization running it for community benefit and not for profits.
And all social media should be that way.
So many amazing quotes in this
"When it comes to pizza, America took the recipe and said 'what if we made it illegal for your arteries to survive this?'"
"American pizza, that's not amore. That's a full emotional support system covered in cheese."
"In America they give you something that looks like it survived a car crash with happiness. It's thick, it's greasy, it's disrespectful. And that's why it's amazing."
"Italian pizza is romance but American pizza is self care. That's therapy. That's a God cheat day."
"Sorry Nonna I will still kiss your hand, but I'm ordering Domino's."
This. This shit is why I say "authentic means nothing, good means everything" when it comes to food. Food drifts. Food changes. And sometimes it changes FOR THE BETTER. Let's stop pretending otherwise!
and it all annoys me so much
If Nominated
I've started a new project over at @ifnominated - the idea being, if I was nominated to run for the Presidency, what would my platform look like? I'm putting together a maximalist platform, where getting everything on the list might not be easily achievable, but the platform clearly communicates not only my values and why I'd be running, but my vision and some insights into how I think I would achieve that vision.
From partially nationalizing higher education and making a first-of-its-kind US Federal University system, to joining the ICC and prosecuting Israeli leaders for their role in the Palestinian genocide, I'm laying out what I think an ideal leftist President should hope to achieve while in office.
I'll probably never run - being a trans woman in the US is scary enough, but running for President as a trans woman with no background in professional politics sounds like a special kind of hell, not to mention an unwinnable uphill battle - but it's fun for me to imagine possibilities and chart out my vision and values in this way. And it gives me a hell of a bar to hold up when 2028 candidates start coming out of the woodwork, and I can only hope and dream that one of those candidates meets that bar.
For now, follow me over at @ifnominated to hear more about my Platform - what I'd do about the middle east, higher education, healthcare, and so much more. I already have some platform planks posted, but a hell of a lot more ideas are in the hopper...
Had a dream that everyone had to put a sticker on their car every time they hit something
You know how fighter planes will sometimes have, like, the little silhouettes or flags for every plane they've shot down, displayed on the right side of the nose of the plane? It was like that, except you had to put a cutout of any animal or car you'd hit, and you had to put them on your driver-side right under the rear view mirror, for all the world to see your car's "kills".
Like, it was a law and you had to have a dash cam that would catch almost any collision on video and you'd get a sticker in the mail even if you never took your car to a shop or filed a claim.
So my little car has, unfortunately, hit a deer and a small dog in its lifetime. And I had to ride around with these stickers on my door and people would see the little dog sticker and scowl at me and stuff, even if I talked to them and tried to explain that it was really an accident and that I cried so hard that day and that the dog's owner had cried with me and forgiven me, and had actually brought over flowers and checked on me the next day. It had been a lesson for me that there is sweetness in the world, even when awful things happen, and that not everyone will hate you or misunderstand you when you fuck up.
But in my dream there was no sweetness. There was no understanding. And wild animals seemed to start trying to get hit. Squirrels in the road. My neighbor's outdoor cat. Another deer. Eventually I had so many stickers that I had to start a second row. And people got angry when they would see them. Other drivers would rage at me and drive aggressively around me. People on the streets would flip me off. And then one day, the worst thing happened. I was late for work and zipping through the last little bit of downtown before I got to my workplace, and as I rounded a corner doing maybe 35 in a 25, a little old lady with a walker saw my car coming up to the intersection she was about to cross, tossed her walker to the side, raised a fist and started shouting, and ran out into the road in front of me. The light was turning yellow, and I thought if I punched it, I could both beat the light and get past her before she got all the way into the street. I was wrong. My car accelerated, but so did she - her shambling walk turned into an impossibly fast, almost supernaturally fast shuffle and she dove - for Gods' sake, she dove directly in front of my car. I tried to stomp on my brake, but it was far too late. I blacked out just as the THUD reverberated through my entire consciousness. The next thing I remember is walking out of the hospital, feeling the hospital identification bracelet on my wrist, and seeing my car parked right on the street in front of the hospital. No blood, no broken glass, not even a dent, but I gasped when I saw the real damage. My car's kill count increased by one. One sticker of an old lady with a walker. They put the gods-damned walker in the sticker, for fuck's sakes. As I approached my car and held out my key to unlock it, every eye on the street turned to me. Every single person stopped in their tracks. "Sick fuck," I heard someone say. I fumbled with my keychain, found the pepper spray, and clutched it tightly in my hand as I sped up, the distance between me and my car suddenly seeming infinite. "Get that bitch!" someone shouted, and suddenly I heard footsteps running all around me. I reached my car door just as someone grabbed my shirt. I turned around and unloaded the pepper spray in some Hospital Security Guard's face just as he threw an unweidly punch, missing my face and barely connecting with my ear before hitting my car behind me. He fell to the ground, grabbing his face and moaning from the pepper spray, as I climbed into my car and slammed the door on someone else's fingers. People were crowded all around my car now, beating on the hood and slapping the windows and windshield. I turned it on, laid on the horn hoping that they'd get the message and disperse, but no such luck. I put it in drive. I held down the brakes as I revved the engine. Someone climbed on the hood and started kicking my windshield. It cracked. I let go of the brakes, shut my eyes, and tried to push the accelerator through the floor. Bumps. Turbulence. The crunch of bones snapping, the sheer terror in the screams. I kept my eyes shut until the noises were all behind me, and then I opened them. There were more people running into the street, pouring out of office buildings all around us. I kept the accelerator on the floor as I tried to weave through the crowd. Eventually, I made it to the freeway and up to freeway speed, and the crowd was all behind me. I sped home. When I slid into the driveway, I got out of the car and ran inside, locking the door behind me. I called a longtime friend and she got me to calm down and explain what was going on. As soon as I told her about the old lady, she got quiet. It was just me talking. I told her about the crowd at the hospital, about pepper-spraying the security guard and slamming the door on someone's fingers. She broke the silence. "You're a bitch." I could hear the news playing in the background. "A disturbed young woman lashed out today, hitting multiple people with her car in front of Dresmond Memorial Hospital.." "You're a fucking bitch," my friend repeated.
I looked out my window and gasped. A crowd was gathered in my driveway. Some of them had baseball bats or golf clubs. And the stickers. Oh, my god, the stickers… I didn't just have two rows anymore. I had four.
Just saw a relative on Facebook (yes, I know, I should not be on that site) post about how Charlie Kirk is now enjoying his "eternal reward" and just... what the fuck?
In what doctrine of Christianity would that man *ever* be eligible for heaven? Who would want to share a heaven with a nazi? Could such a place even be called heaven?
And that is actually what makes me really critical of Universalism - the idea that all human souls go to Heaven, or at the very least are spared from Hell. What, then, do we do with the knowledge that Kirk's soul would share an eternity with us?
Remember Harpy
ANDOR: 2x08 "WHO ARE YOU?" (2025) // ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)
Rebellions are built on hope 💙
Yudho
Wore a couple modified shirts recently and someone asked “how?” so my illustrator background made me draw this because work was slow ✂️ Featuring examples at the end— drawn in Procreate.
I should do this with a couple of shirts...
this is fucking sick hell yeah i love this
It rlly doesn't come across how huge this flag is until you notice there are people in this photo
i was so confused seeing all the comments about the people in the photo. like ???
you guys have to be gaslighting-
wait
WAIT
THOSE ARE THE PEOPLE???
ok. yeah. this is a million times more badass
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I think you still missed a few
This is FUCKING MASSIVE
OH MY GOD
It's a whopping 55 x 35 feet!!!! The group that hung it is called Trans Is Natural, among whom is the magnificent Pattie Gonia: drag queen, environmentalist, and National Park ranger.
when talking about AI remember the different versions:
Analytical AI, is the one that can detect cancer and save lives
Generative AI is the one that steals art to make it worse, and gives you a wrong answer every time you google something
Weird Al is the one who got his ponysona to canonically have children with a pony from my little pony
analytical AI is also the one that the police and insurance companies use to profile people against arbritary data to justify mistreatment
generative AI is also used in drug discovery technologies that can also save lives
complex technologies cannot simply be decried as good or evil
Weird Al does in fact have the only ponysona who has canoninically fucked
ACT UP, 1990
"Blue shell the 1%"
Sticker spotted in Castro Valley, California, USA
As a child, I remember not only being shamed and picked on for how many questions I would ask, but seeing other children picked on for asking "Why" and hearing parents straight-up lie or gaslight their children.
If you are responsible for raising and teaching a child, then not only should you be enthusiastically explaining *why* things are the way they are, with whatever level of nuance the child is willing and able to hear, but you should also be encouraging their agency and ability to influence the world around them. "Someone made a rule" becomes "and you can ask them to change it" or "you could probably just not obey it and here's what would happen" or even "you could coordinate with your friends and all ask for a change, or all strike or protest about it"
Teach children that they are a part of the world of humans, just like adults, and that they have power, agency, and responsibility in every single way that you'd expect an adult to be aware of their agency and responsibility.
