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Hell is a place where companies make bank off the aggrieved father of a dead child for the removal of the child’s organs for donation.
Oh and then, the recipient is charged hundreds of thousands of dollars for a DONATED ORGAN.
Not as in that this is just the cost of the procedure; but the hospital charges YOU $150k-800k for an organ they were given FOR FREE from a dead child whose parents have to pay to store and/or transport said organ which costs THEM $2k-30k.
Source: I work in insurance.
I don’t know how you can look at this shit and not be radicalized
Ps I think we should meet up over summer cause it would be lovely to see you and catch up :)
Sooooooo, I forgot that tumblr was a thing for a while and now I have no idea how long ago this message was sent. But it is December now and we fully haven't met up but I'd be down to.
"I could make that abstract art, anyone could" then make it. Unironically. Go buy some paints. Do a mild googling. Do it, make the same art. See what it feels like. Find out what it inspires in you. Back in high school one kid was pretty disparaging of Jackson Pollock's art until we MADE Jackson Pollocks and it became his THING for the rest of the year. You could go into the art room on break to find him picking out colors and preparing space to make em. Try on the abstract art and let yourself forge a genuine connection to it, coward.
This is a great point. Maybe seeing a painting and thinking "I could've done that" should be inspiring instead of disparaging. Like, if a simple abstract painting is considered Art, then maybe the takeaway isn't "wow, art is dumb," it's "wow, I could make art"
i cant believe there are people who still havent seen this video
I could probably recite this entire video, word-for-word, on demand.
Goddamn, this is nearly thirty years old and it fits like a glove into contemporary shitpost cadence and aesthetics, this is High Art
“that’s right
we’ll fuck your wife”
IT BETTER NOT BOUNCE OR YOU’RE A DEAD MOTHERFUCKER
Love that he also types like an old man
His name is spelled Jonathan.
His birthday is September 4.
His age was estimated at the time he was found in 1882. This species matures at around 50 years old and he was past that age, so he might be older than 189 but we will never know.
He lives on a South Atlantic island, Saint Helena (aka the place Napoleon Bonaparte lived until his death in 1815) where he’s well taken care of by the governor of the island. According to his vet, he likes listening to tennis.
The average lifespan for his species is 150, but he’s super healthy aside from cataracts in both eyes and possible loss of smell.
Jonathan has a mate, Fred, who until recently was thought to be female. Fred is male.
His species (which is a subspecies of Aldabra giant Tortoise) are on the endangered list with only about 80 recorded worldwide. However, many giant Tortoises currently hold the record for longest living land animals with a few others’ ages ranging between 175-250 years. So Jonathan still has a while to go!
Here’s Jonathan (on the left) in 1882 upon his arrival to the island:
(photo courtesy of Guinness World Records)
Jonathan has lived through both world wars, the Russian Revolution, 39 U.S. presidents, 7 British monarchs, the creation of the typewriter, the completion of the Eiffel Tower, the coronation of Queen Victoria, the release of the first postage stamp, the building of the first skyscraper, the first photograph of a person, the first lightbulb, and the first powered flight.
According to Wikipedia Jonathan is still alive as of this writing 10/21/22, and as of 2022 is the oldest tortoise of recorded age ever, the previous contender having died at 189 in 1966.
“Birds are fed by their parents in their infancy. When the time comes to feed themselves, there can be some confusion when the food does not go into their mouth by itself.”
literally an ipad baby
50 years ago the Welsh mining village of Aberfan was engulfed by a coal tip landslide. The local primary school was directly in its path
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It seems quite careless, and extremely unprofessional, to place that waste where it was, as if no one could foresee this inevitable outcome.
So, the 50th anniversary of Aberfan is this Friday (21st October), and this comment about how careless and unprofessional it was to place the waste there when it was so obviously foreseeable epitomises exactly the tragic legacy of Aberfan.
Things you should know about this disaster:
Those coal tips that you can see in the picture above were dotted all over the landscape in the ‘60s. Mining was Wales’ primary industry, and nearly every South Wales town was essentially built around its colliery. It was commonly said that without the pits, there would be no towns. These mines were regulated by the National Coal Board, a government institution. At the time, devolution had not happened in Wales, and all Welsh issues were governed by one department, the Welsh Office, which was an office of the British government based in Cardiff.
The tips that dominated the landscape near Aberfan were terribly placed. The man who was responsible for choosing their location was not given any training in how to determine where to tip the coal waste, and unfortunately he decided to use an area which was notorious for its underground springs. It flooded all the time, and local children would play in the springs, which were visible on all the Ordinance Survey maps of the time. They weren’t secret.
In 1963, a spoil heap tipped into a valley, causing massive damage but luckily not killing anyone. After this, it was recommended that all mines conducted a review into their spoil heaps, examining every one and reporting back to the central body with comments about its safety. This was not done at Aberfan because the two men responsible for doing so didn’t get along, and didn’t want to work with each other on the report.
In the years before 1966, local councillors and villagers consistently raised concerns about the location of the spoil heap behind the school in Aberfan, given the fact that Tip 7 was on the top of a hill behind the school and was on top of an underground spring. These warnings were repeatedly ignored.
At 9:15am on 21st October 1966, the underground spring underneath Tip 7 caused the coal to become slurry; a thick liquid coal. Unable to bear the weight of the solid coal at the top, the bottom of the spoil heap Tip 7 collapsed, tipping 40,000 cubic metres of slurry and debris onto the village, directly on top of Pantglas Junior School. It also destroyed a water pipe, flooding the town and hindering rescue efforts. 116 children (half of the children at the school) were killed, either drowned or suffocated, as well as 5 teachers. The total death toll of the disaster was 144. Every single street had a bereaved family. Half a generation was lost.
In the wake of the disaster, which to date is the largest disaster involving children in the UK, a charitable fund was raised by the public which amounted to £1.6mil. In today’s money, the amount raised would be £27.8mil. This money was supposed to be used to rebuild the community at Aberfan and to provide care for the injured and traumatised children who had survived. Some parents were asked to prove the extent to which they had suffered after their children’s death in order to have access to compensation from this fund.
A tribunal, set up almost immediately, found that the National Coal Board was responsible for the disaster. The NCB’s defence was that the disaster had been ‘unforeseeable’, despite the knowledge of the springs, the previous tips, and the warnings from locals and miners. The tribunal dismissed this and found that the NCB was at fault because it hadn’t trained its staff in how to tip safely, and had repeatedly ignored the warning signs - of which there were many - of the disaster. 9 individuals were named in the report as being at fault. None was disciplined. All kept their jobs.
Afterwards, the villagers of Aberfan began a campaign to get the remaining spoil heaps removed. The government refused, saying that it would be too expensive. Despite being found liable, the NCB refused to pay for the removal. Eventually, the villagers stormed the Welsh government buildings at Cardiff after they arrived and were refused permission to speak to anyone. Armed with bags of slurry from the remaining tips, they dumped them into the government offices, suggesting that the government might like to live with the slurry instead.
Eventually, the head of the NCB, fed up with the villagers asking him to pay for the disaster for which he had been found wholly responsible, decided that he needed to take money from the Aberfan Disaster fund. He took £150,000 (10% of the entire total of the money raised) and used it to remove the spoil heaps, with the support of the government.
In 2007, the Welsh Assembly repaid £2mil in order to compensate the fund for the amount requisitioned by the NCB. The fund is still in use today, and mostly deals with the psychological trauma of the current residents. The fund was also used to build a community centre near one of the residential streets where the slurry also fell, and a memorial garden on the site of the former school.
This is the graveyard at Aberfan. The arched graves are for the children who died in the disaster.
(Photo from here)
I went back to Aberfan today and I’d like to add a few things:
Apparently, there was some discussion in the government as to the amount of compensation each bereaved family should receive. Some government officials were worried that, as residents of a low income and working class area, the local people would be unable to deal with receiving large amounts of money and would not spend it on their children, and should therefore receive smaller payments.
Parents were accused by NCB insurers of trying to ‘capitalise’ on their children’s death when they expressed dismay at the offer of £500 compensation (£9,380 in today’s money), which had been raised from an initial offer of £50 (£938 today.)
Half of the survivors of the disaster have experienced PTSD. Survivors of Aberfan have been found to be three times as likely to live with PTSD as other adults in a comparison group who had also experienced life threatening traumatic events.
The Charity Commission refused to use the donated funds to pay grants to children who had survived ‘physically uninjured’, despite the fact that these children, all aged under 11, were severely traumatised. Many couldn’t sleep alone, and were terrified of the dark. This wasn’t entirely the fault of the Commission as regulation of payments made by charity trusts were very inflexible; nevertheless, the surviving children were left to recover within an already fractured community.
Even today, nearly 54 years later and in the midst of a global pandemic, the flowers on all the graves are fresh.
Hi! This is the town next door to me. Somethings to add here.
The compensation wasn’t paid out immediately. It took a long time for the town to receive any compensation for the disaster.
The disaster happened the last day before half term, which started at 12pm that day. Had the accident happened 4 hours later and the school would have been empty.
The accident happened at 9.30am. Had it happened an hour earlier the school would have been empty.
The primary people digging through the rubble of Pantglas were the miners. The poetic way to put it was that those who had dug for coal now dug for their children. However, that is innaccurate, miners from Merthyr, the Rhondda Cynon Taf valleys, Gwent and Caerphilly came to help.
They worked into a night. A whistle was used to quiet the rescuers if they heard a child. It was futile however, the last child discovered alive was at 11am. Two and a half hours after the disaster. An hour before all those children should have been leaving.
The local church was turned into a mortuary.
To give an idea as to how traumatic this incident is for the South Wales Valleys, I saw the photo above and physically flinched. I’m 25, I wasn’t even alive when this happened. Yet my Mam was. She was 10 years old, the same age as some of the kids who died. She is not from Aberfan but a nearby valley and she is still unwilling to talk about the disaster.
People here are still spitting furious about this. This was negligence. This was the cost of people not listening to the would be victims.
And today marks 56 years. Recently I went to the National Museum of Wales at St Fagans to see perhaps the most poignant exhibit that pertains to Aberfan.
This clock was found in the rubble on 21st October 1966 by one of the rescuers, who took it home with him and recently donated it to the museum. It stopped at the very minute of the disaster, 09:13am. The last time the hands of this clock moved, 144 people were still alive.
(Photo from here)
With that story of the person buying a pregnancy test being sent formula samples in the mail getting traction recently, it needs to be pointed out that this is not new.
With my most recent pregnancy in 2020, I started receiving formula samples in the mail from Similac and Enfamil in my first trimester. My email was quickly passed between pregnancy and baby specific companies and my inbox became flooded with emails advertising countless products and services.
I was harassed by 2 cord blood storage companies after briefly browsing one of their websites. After my baby was diagnosed as terminal, I had a phone conversation with a rep who tried to convince me multiple times to store her cord blood for my future babies.
After Sam was born/died, within a week of my delivery I received a congratulations letter and offer from Gerber Life Insurance in the mail, also without my consent. I continued receiving formula coupons despite reporting her death to the companies multiple times, and even now I receive toddler formula coupons from time to time.
Amazon has tracked my purchases to the point that they know I (should) have a 19 month old and will advertise me toddler and baby things for girls, despite never having linked an AGAB to my Amazon account.
This level of capitalistic surveillance of pregnancy in the US specifically is not new and with the repeal of Roe v. Wade it should terrify you.
True story: when I was 25 my mom was hospitalized for a heart condition and I stayed with her at the hospital. A week later I was sent a baby formula sample. All I can figure is that as 25 year old woman whose phone tagged her at a hospital for 2 days, it was just assumed that I had had a baby.
my sense of humor: getting birthday cards with the wildly incorrect age on it for people
I see this and raise you: getting cards for a wildly different occasion and customizing them to fit the holiday you need
throwback to the time my partner put in his 2 week notice with a birthday card for a 2 year old
Once I got a card that said “BEST GREAT GRANPA EVER!!”
I’m a teenager
[Text ID: He’s learned, then, not to use his little lantern. Light only ruined your vision, it blinded you. You stared into the dark until it blinked. You stared it down. /End ID]
— Thud, Terry Pratchett
went to the thrift store today there were so many textures there (affectionate)(derogatory)
me, touching a shirt: hee hee hoo hoo texture :D
me, touching a different shirt: OH NO A TEXTURE D:
day / night
people
Immortals are getting bolder