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I hope you eat. I hope we both eat
I am cooking. There is sign of food. You are coming to lunch with me. Fork in lovable hand.
YES i have vassals. YES they pay me tithes. Yes my serfs do an amazing job farming for me. NO i'm not one of "THOSE" landlords!! i respect the ppl who got me here 🤗
some things that have happened since you stopped hearing about p/alestine after the “ceasefire” was declared
1,000+ palestinians were arrested in a mass-arrest campaign designed to, and i quote, “instill fear” - including children
al-aqsa mosque and worshippers were attacked and beaten
literal children, not even teens, children, were arrested and tried in a military court (this is not new, thousands of children have faced this terrorization over the years. Isr@el is the only country in the world that tries children in military courts. 500-700 children are prosecuted each year.)
a soldier deliberately ran over a child on a bike for having a pales/tinian flag on his bike. an adult man ran over a child with his car. on purpose. the child is 12. read that again.
sheikh jarrah was blockaded, illegally
whatsapp blocked the accounts of over 100 pal/estinian journalists
silwan, another pal/estinian neighborhood like sheikh j/arrah, is being violently ethnically cleansed to make way for more settlers
Isr@el has forced social media sites to censor the hashtags “free pal/estine” and “save sheikh ja/rrah” many posts and accounts have been deleted
25 pales/tinians have been murdered by the ID/F and settlers
in Jaffa, 300 arab families are under force expulsion orders to make way for more settlers. 300 families.
suicide rates in g/aza have risen to an all-time high due to PTSD and hopelessness
Pales/tinians in G/aza still do not have access to safe drinking water, electricity, medical care, and nutrition. families are still being displaced from their homes by settler colonialism. There is still an inability to mobilize freely, pursue a career, seek an education, or gain access to decent healthcare or mental health resources. The occupation, genocide, and ethnic cleansing continues whether you see on your feed or not.
For those wondering, yes, Cruella's mom was killed onscreen by dalmatians, and yes, it is The Best Scene in the Movie.
(This is the only screen recording I was able to capture without cackling like an insane person over the audio.)
Holy shit, I just noticed this while sharing this clip with a friend but if you go to abooout 1:04 in the video (the part where she gasps and gives a weak "no!"), the film visibly stutters where two different takes were spliced together. This gif is unedited from the actual film.
This movie cost $200 million and costs $30 to watch at home with a Disney+ subscription. Please do not go see this.
she gasps and says “no” like someone watching Romeo drink the poison rather than like. a child watching her mother die.
i hope i’m annoying. i hope you’re annoying. i hope we’re both annoying
Gonna pitch a movie to Disney that explains the only reason the hunter shot Bambi's mom is because he raised a lost baby deer when he was younger, but the deer grew up and stole his family's fortune before skewering his parents on his antlers and running off, and now he has to live off the land hunting deer because he's broke.
On my way back from locking the chickens up I stopped by my lettuces and they were slug city. So many of those fuckers in my parents garden. Slugs have always been a problem here. We used to have toads around- it's a damp space- but my guess is that whatever neighbours pond they were breeding in got destroyed.
All around us people are scalping their gardens. Giving over 1/3rd of it to an outbuilding for their kids to socialise, or a gym. Cutting down mature trees and making everything a lawn space. It condenses the wildlife into whatever is left, including the pests.
tiktokers be like “emotionally abusing my s/o prank xoxo :)))”
Ok yeah funny but a lot of people an tiktok are queer?
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Diversity win! My lesbian polycule is abusive.
Here’s my movie idea: it’s called Dad Rocks (working title) and it’s about a 50 year old trailer park inhabitant from America’s heartland who has just divorced his wife of 25 years after finding out she’d been cheating on him for most of their relationship. In the late 80s he was in a band that released one blindingly good album to the indie circuit that never got the recognition it deserved. After one of their songs spontaneously becomes a top 50 hit in the year 2019, the surviving three members (all in their 50s) of the band reunite and go on tour with a teenage dropout filling in on bass guitar.
The main character (the guitarist) is falling in love with the lead singer, a trans woman named Angela who had a decent career as a caberet singer before losing her left eye to cancer and falling into depression. While this subplot is going on, the bandmembers have to solve the murder of their originally bassist which occurred in Tampa in 1993.
Capitalism is getting very much more dystopian very quickly
It’s a matter of time before companies start their own Pod-communities and ‘strongly encourage’ workers to live there and set up rules like no alcohol and no defamation of the company in the Pods.
As nightmarish as this is (and it is), this is only new for documented white people. From seasonal archiculture workers to construction workers to sweatshops, ‘sleep where you work and live your whole life controlled by your boss and coworkers pressured to spy on you’, has been very much a thing for a looooooooong time.
This is one of many things capitalism has always done to workers and now they’re going “hhmmmm.. if I can do this to some workers, why not all of them? if I present it as a hip new way of urban living people for the ‘freelancers’ that I exploit, I might even be able to do it without the armed guards that run my sweatshops and plantations.”
I don’t really get the issue with the “sex is banned” part tho
I don’t want to hyperfocus on that part because ‘live without privacy, convert your bed into a desk by day and just work work work’ is distopian enough as it is and I don’t really want to distract from a conversation about the new fuedalism to just talk about sex.
But can you not understand how that monotomous soulless life defined by work becomes even more soulless when you are not permitted to engage in (what is for most allosexuals) one of the most intimate moments of recreational joy and interpersonal connection? & how much it says about our lack of power when we live in places that control our sexual and reproductive lives?
well yeah, but it’s communal living. I mean you’re spot on with the rest but idk, a ban on sex when you share your living quarters with like two dozen other people? it doesn’t seem that deep tbh.
You know, I’ve spend time in socialist and anarchist self-organized communal living spaces where lots of people shared bedrooms because they liked it and all these spaces had a place for sex. They all acknowledged that that was a thing many humans loved and valued and so they organized to make that good thing possible. Some had a spare room with a lock on the inside that couples could use, others had dorms where sex was okay and dorms where it was not so people could choose where to sleep. It is not difficult to have communal living for those that like sharing bedrooms and also organize a place for sex.
This, however, is not communal living. This is crammed, dehumanized corporate living. This is squeezing as many people as possible into a space defined by work. The inhabitants own nothing in this space and have no control over their environment, they can’t even paint the walls let along organize the space to meet their needs. In such a space, sex is made impossible on purpose:
“We built the pods facing each other so the community polices itself”
The people that made this could have organized privacy and opportunities for sex. They deliberately did not do this, they dilerabetely designed the space for minimum privacy. The purposeful banning of sex from this space is just one part, but one very obvious part, of the way these spaces are not build for humans, they are build for employees whose whole identity should be limited to their productivity.
In the 19th and early 20th centuries, mining communities and factory towns encouraged workers to join their ranks by offering company housing and company stores, where workers and their families wouldn’t have to worry about money, because their rent and whatever they wanted from the store would simply be deducted from their paychecks.
Didn’t take long for workers to realize they were spending over 100% of their paychecks, and would have to work the rest of their lives in soul-crushing poverty to pay the company back.
Slavery isn’t gone, it just changed its name.
Adding to what @robstmartin has to say:
“I sold my soul to the company store” isn’t just a line in a song, it’s about Miner’s Scrip. When coal mines forced their employees to live in company housing, paid them in company credit usable only in the literal company store, and they charged astronomical rates for rent and food.
Most miners ended up in multi-generational debt because their wages were so low they could not afford the basic necessities of food, clothing and shelter and ended up owing so much to the company store their grandchildren would essentially be enslaved to the company to pay off the debt.
This becomes especially chilling when you realize Cheeto Supremo ran on a policy of “bring back coal jobs”.
This is just deadass feudalism 2 Electric Boogaloo
Gilded Age exploitation popping up at a time when Gilded Age inequality has returned. That’s not a coincidence. I can’t speak for the Tories, but in the US bringing ^^^THIS^^^ back has been the goal of the Republicans since the New Deal.
By the way, the lyric isn’t “I sold my soul to the company store.” It’s “St. Peter, don’t you call me, ‘cause I can’t go/I OWE my soul to the company store.” Which is a hell of a lot bleaker, and, given how expensive company stores were and how deeply in debt employees could be when they died, painfully accurate.
Here’s a playlist of pre-1970s American bluegrass music about how much coal mining is trying to kill you – you worked for a company, lived in company housing, shopped at company stores, owed the company money, and got to die of black lung disease at the age of 50: https://www.allmusic.com/album/music-of-coal-mining-songs-from-the-appalachian-coalfields-mw0000490027
We don’t need that to be a revived economic model for the future, thanks.
(at the bakery) one faguette please
*hesitates before I give it to you* Can you reclaim? Let me see your identification
It's been brought to my attention that some people do not in fact carry pocket knives everywhere
How do y'all open things?
In my experience, they ask me to open them. With my pocket knife.
This is the invaluable service we provide to society
One time, while my sister was in college, she asked for a pocke- and before she had finished saying that she needed a knife there were already 4 being held out to her and 2 more being fished from pockets. So, in my experience living in the South, you just ask the question aloud and you'll pretty much have one provided to you no matter what if you're within 50 yards of another living person.
Mutual aid
it stinks that if you wanted to just do a bake sale stand you’d have to pay hundreds of dollars. at craft fairs and farmers markets, tables cost like $300 ish in the city, AND you need to get the paperwork through to be allowed to sell food, AND no one carries cash anymore so you’d have to invest in one of those phone scanning things, so before you’ve even bought materials to make and package some cookies you’d have to spend so much money then somehow sell enough to not have lost a few hundreds dollars, and if you wanna skip all that and illegally sell baked goods on your lawn for fun and a few dollars, well, you need a yard, i’m in the city
i forgot, cost of some kind of tent so you don’t die under the sun if it’s a farmers market. in addition, this is the kind of thing that’s hard to do on your own, but is a lot of work to rope another person into, even if it’s just sitting with you at a hot table for hours