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[kryptidkae]

every day i think about how i accidentally outed myself in high school by showing my friends a sweet text from my “boyfriend” that read something along the lines of “good morning, i love you, i know you’re going to the beach with your friends today so be sure to wear sunscreen” and they thought that was too nice of a thing for a man to ever say to a romantic partner so they figured out that my “boyfriend” was a woman. the bar is in the earth’s core

[joykillerrr]

Id simply go get a hunting gun, and shoot everyone who was involved.

[victorianaest]

The origin of everything

[boopsloop545]

[cuntaloupes-deactivated20241215]

it should be legal to euthanize unfunny dudes who think injecting porn references into normal conversations is humor

[sweatycumcore-deactivated202301]

when you hate autistic people

[cuntaloupes-deactivated20241215]

[sweatycumcore-deactivated202301]

your face when you see a neurodivergent

[cuntaloupes-deactivated20241215]

my face when creeps find a way to make themselves out to be the victim

[sweatycumcore-deactivated202301]

"creep" is literally the n word for autistic men, just say you're a eugenicist and go

[cuntaloupes-deactivated20241215]

Ok

[cuntaloupes-deactivated20241215]

we did it, girls

[tofufem-deactivated20230127]

trans women will be like "why won't you let us in spaces you're vulnerable in??? oh you're scared of male brutality? I'll show you brutality when I shove my girlcock down your throat, transphobic cunt" with no sense of self awareness.

[little-miss-rasputin-pageant]

in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like

[roach-works]

look, here’s the thing: alice in wonderland’s enduring fucking charm is that it perfectly captures the vibe of being a very tired and annoyed child who is nonetheless required to play along with adult nonsense.

alice is dragged from place to place without warning, forced to play stupid games with no good prizes, grilled over her schooling and manners and recitation and dress, scolded, judged, insulted to her face, sent away, given gifts she didn’t ask for and doesn’t like, corrected incorrectly, been subject to shifting and arbitrary rules, and then when she gets snappish with all this bullshit everyone acts like a little girl’s temper is the end of the fucking world.

alice in wonderland isn’t a drug trip or a nightmare or a metaphor, that’s just what being ten years old is LIKE. that’s why kids love it so much. even if they can’t quite articulate how, they recognize themselves in it.

[bellybuttonblue-deactivated2021]

[sentientcitizen]

Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.

Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.

It’s about a bus driver.

It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.

And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.

And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.

and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,

“Where do you need to go?”

And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.

So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.

I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.

We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.

And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.

You can choose to be the bus driver.

[athingofvikings]

I have another story from the Holocaust.  

Two, actually.

One is long, and one is brief.

The first story is about my grandfather.

He was a slave in a Krups munitions factory in a Nazi concentration camp in Częstochowa, Poland.

He was also a smuggler.  If I did not have multiple corroborating witnesses to the sheer ludicrious balls that he had, I would dismiss the stories as exaggeration.  But he was a food smuggler–he would buy some kind of sugar from the Polish day workers coming into the factory, make candy out of them, sell the candy back to the workers at a profit, and buy food with the proceeds–which he then proceeded to share with the other slaves, free of charge.  Without him, they would have starved to death, but an extra hundred calories a day made a difference enough to keep them alive.

But that’s not the story.

The story is what happened in Spring of 1945.

My grandfather could hear the guns of the Russian Army off in the distance, and he and the other captives in the camp figured that they would be liberated any day now.  

And then a truck packed full with preteen Jewish children who had just been captured comes into the work camp instead of the extermination camp up the road.  Because the Nazis were so fixated on their hatred of Jews that they diverted war resources to hunting us down even as they were losing.  

So it’s pandemonium.  They’re unloading the truck of the kids, the guards are yelling at the driver, the kids are milling about not knowing what’s going on…

And my grandfather sees one boy who looked a little older, a little more mature, and figured that this one he can save.  It’s just a few days until the Russians arrive, after all.

So he tells the boy to come with him.

And the rest… got loaded back onto the truck and off they went to the gas chambers.

But it wasn’t a couple of days.

It was six weeks.

Stalin personally ordered the Army to slow their advance and told the Polish Resistance to rise up, and that the Russians would support them with food and weapons.  

So they rose up… and were slaughtered.  Because they got nothing from the Russians.  Stalin knew that anyone who would be resisting the Nazis would be resisting him next, and it was an elegant way to weaken Poland before he took it.

Meanwhile, my grandfather is hiding a fourteen year old boy in a NAZI CONCENTRATION CAMP.

The risks they took to hide him… they would hold him up over empty shoes sewn to long pants at the evening roll call so that he would look taller.  They smuggled food to him…  If they had been caught… I have nightmares of what would have been done to them.

Finally, one night, they are all locked in their barracks as the Nazis evacuated the camp and the Russians were coming in, with the Nazis using the camp for cover for their escape.

And in the chaos… 

My grandfather lost track of the boy.

Twenty-two years later, he tells this story to my father when my father is 12, and has demanded to know something, be told something concrete.

So he doesn’t know what happened to the boy.  Did he live?  Did he die?  Did he find his mother and sisters?

He doesn’t know.

Six months later, my grandmother is planning my father’s bar mitzvah.  Not as a religious obligation, but as a 200 foot tall flaming middle finger to the Third Reich.  You are gone, and WE ARE STILL HERE.

So she plugs into what my father called the “Camp Network”–the trombonist in the band was on a death march with an uncle, the florist was in a work camp with a friend, etc.  And she’s asking, “I need a photographer, who is good?”

“You want Joe Brown, up in Queens,” she’s told.

So she invites him down to talk terms at their house in Brooklyn, which is quite a haul in NYC.  

And the first question one Holocaust survivor asks another is, “Where were you?”  Because maybe you know someone, maybe you can tell what happened.

“I was in Częstochowa,” he says.

“You were in Częstochowa?  My husband Teddy was in Częstochowa!”

“I didn’t know a Teddy Baum.”

“Oh, everyone knew Teddy.”

“I didn’t know a Teddy Baum!”

“When he gets home, you’ll see.  Everyone there knew Teddy.”  Because he was smuggling in the food that kept them all alive.

So the thing is, you live in the US for 20 years, you forget that your name was not “Teddy Baum” but “Tuvyas Bumps.”

And when my grandfather got home from work…

…sitting there at his kitchen table…

…was the boy he had saved.

…

(I’m not crying…)

That’s the first story.

The second story is that of my grandfather’s brother.

It is short.

He collaborated with the Nazis to save his own skin.  He let my grandfather’s first wife and son starve to death in the ghetto and informed on people who tried to escape or resist.  My grandfather said that “Good people went up the chimney and he stayed behind.”

Two brothers. 

One saved over a hundred lives.

The other betrayed his own flesh and blood to save his own skin.  

Your choices define you.

Whoever destroys a single life is considered by Scripture to have destroyed the whole world, and whoever saves a single life is considered by Scripture to have saved the whole world.– Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5

[sigridstumb]

I, I was going to add some stuff, I had it all typed out, about how we never see shoplifting, right, about how we always help those less fortunate than ourselves.

I deleted it. It was trite, and general, and not anything like the stories in this post. So I went and found this image instead.

When Trump slapped his immigration ban down and sowed chaos, these lawyers raced to the airport in New York, I think it was JFK, and they began rescuing people trapped on the wrong side of the world.

One person at a time.

[snommelp]

So, I’ve been pulled over a few times in my life. Not many, but a few. And I’ve also been in a couple of cars that got pulled over. And let me tell you, if you were actually doing something wrong, the officer doesn’t make any small talk, just straight into “I clocked you doing 70 in a 55.” The only time I’ve ever gotten the “do you know why I pulled you over?” was the time when I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and I got let go even though he insisted to the end that I was doing 87 in a 70 (white privilege at work).

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” is a trap. It means there’s a good chance the officer doesn’t actually have a good reason to ticket you, and is trying to get you to waive your 5th Amendment rights and incriminate yourself. If you make a guess, that’s a confession of guilt.

But there’s another trap, that I’ve heard of but haven’t yet experienced. It’s “do you know how fast you were going?” With that one, they’re hoping you’ll say no, because then they can name whatever speed they want – you just said you didn’t know how fast you were going, if you deny the speed they name then you’re lying to them.

[themightytej]

Oh, I’ve had that one. Go with “yes.” Don’t give them a number, just say “Yes.” Then they still have to offer a number and you can deny it without contradicting yourself. They could just ask you, at that point, but that’s suspiciously similar to saying they don’t know, and they tend to avoid doing that.

[fattyatomicmutant-deactivated20]

Reblog to save a life

[suspiciouslysharklike-deactivat]

if you scroll past this just because it doesn’t affect you personally, i see you.

[dovewithscales]

Also, you can always go to court and contest a ticket, and a lot of times you’ll win. Or if the cop thinks you’ll win they won’t even show up and you’ll win by default.

They like to target out of state plates because anyone who would be majorly inconvenienced by a court date two months away is a lot more likely to just pay it.

[th3d0n]

The $100-200 it usually costs to hire a ticket attorney is well worth it.

[camreapher]

JUST LETTING Y'ALL KNOW WHERE THIS BLOG STANDS.

[tilthat]

TIL that the Soviet Army raped over 2,000,000 German women after defeating Nazi Germany - an estimated 240,000 died in connection with the rapes. Antony Beevor describes it as the “greatest phenomenon of mass rape in history”

via reddit.com

[crashoutcannibal]

“According to Antony Beevor, revenge was not the only reason for the frequent rapes; but the Soviet troops’ feeling of entitlement to all types of spoils of war, including women, was an important factor as well. Beevor exemplifies this with his discovery that Soviet troops also raped Soviet and Polish girls and women that were liberated from Nazi concentration camps as well as those who were held for forced labour at farms and factories.”

[misery-chickk]

In wars, men win or lose, but women are always collateral damage.

[halles-comet]

it makes me so mad people won't leave this poor kid alone but every single response he shoots off is funnier than if you gave me a week to think of one

[juelzsantanabandana2]

Lil nas x is like if bugs bunny were a real person

[incorrigiblegirl]

I saw these social experiment videos where they took 10 little girls and 10 little boys and put them in separate houses for a week without adult supervision/rules.

The little girls painted, played dress up, cooked dinner and sat around the table together to eat. They made a cleaning list of who did what chores. They picked up after themselves when they made a mess. When one of them hurt another girls feelings they comforted her and had a conversation about it. They laughed, they baked cakes, they made a catwalk and fashion show. Some of the girls made a beauty salon. They choreographed dances and told scary stories. They formed bonds and showed their capacity for forgiveness and humanity.

The little boys immediately trashed the house. They drew on the walls with whatever they could find. They broke all the furniture and didn’t cook a single meal even though the kids were required to take a cooking course before the experiment. Instead they lived on dry cereal and soda. The boys eventually spit into two gangs, one was rowdier than the other. They teamed up against the “weaker weird” boy and made him feel unwanted. When they got bored they decided to quote “trash the rest of the place.” They acted like savages, cavemen. No social skills, no creativity, no empathy for one another. They didn’t have any activities that didn’t involve destruction, violence, or vandalism. They showed no humanity.

This frightened me. Is it learned behavior? Is it in males DNA? I don’t know. But it definitely confirmed my belief that schools should be separated by sex so that girls have the opportunity to flourish more. We are so much more creative, kind, and human.

[gynoids-over-androids]

[femsolid]

The state of the house... a dump. Of course they tried to hurt animals too. Boys being Boys being Sociopaths.

I posted this a while ago:

The notes of this post quickly became filled with men harassing me saying I was an insane cunt and overreacting.

But I also got a lot of women sharing their experiences with boys, identical to mine. Obsession with destruction, inflicting pain, cruelty, animal abuse, violence, aggression and filth. Not to mention sadism, sexism and perversion.

Some people told me I was wrong to use the word "evil" about (male) kids. But look at the language people use in the comment section of the experiment:

Truth is, it's not "deviant" behaviour if it's the norm. In my personal and professional experience there is nothing unusual to see here. Boys commonly behave this way and are indeed encouraged by laughing parents who don't want their son to be a "sissy" who cares about stupid female things like respect, hygiene, solidarity, imagination, nurturing etc. Talk to parents, they'll complain a little bit, but most of them prefer having a violent and destructive son than an "effeminate" gentle and mindful one any day.

[nevver]

Alex Krokus

[motherrr]

Male bullshit begins at conception.

[roycohn]

great tweet

[fuckblast]

The really weird autistic sweet spot where you just say things you think and people find you super funny

[fuckblast]

I'll spend like four minutes crafting a funny story in my mind to get a light chuckle, but then my coworker, who literally five minutes earlier tells us she's getting a screening for depression then says, "I'm just tired and bored all the time and I don't know why!" And I say, "Well maybe you're depressed." Fucking loses it. I'm stating fact my friend.

[fuckblast]

Oh! Another was complaining about a line forming at the near end of the day and I said she should just scream really loud that she saw a rat. She laughed. I was dead serious and I'd have backed her up.

[angelofmeth-deactivated20240415]

I think it's really fitting that in media dogs represent men and cats represent women because a dog can maul 2 toddlers and a grandma to death and still have morons excuse it's behavior to no end but cats literally get hate just for existing.