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YAMILET PEÑA IS BACK???
Andrey X is a hero. The way he uses his ethnic privilege in the West Bank is inspiring. He puts himself between settlers and Palestinian families in order to document the violence and shield the victims. If you have more money than me consider subscribing to his Patreon, the world needs to stare directly at the face of Israeli settlers:
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i have said this on twitter then deleted it but there's nothing as exhausting as reading gringos discover imperialism over and over again and still not get how it works. how it extends, how deep it goes and rots us under it. how it's the worst of USA extending over the world, ideologically and physically. how all that matters is conquering us and leaving us subservient as cheap labour, as a fountain of resources. some of yall only see ''foreign country'' as some homogenous mass to be either saved or destroyed.
when on sunday argentina chooses the fucking fascists and y'all see us in a couple months getting gassed on the street because we don't want our oil, water and human rights sold away, i hope your gullible asses won't go ''they deserved it, i read on twitter they're all nazis''
I posted this in 2023 when the fascist goverment was about to win. Today, 2026 world cup and the narrative that we're the worst of the worst and that we should ''be turned into a lake'' is incredibly damn widespread from people I respected. We are apparently all right wingers who need to be taught a lesson. We should be obliterated.
Our goverment has illegally sold many of our water, riverbanks and burnt acres and acres of native land. The buyers are US and Israel.
We deserve it, don't we? You read on twitter we're all nazis.
I have read we're all white nazis. I have read we're not as white as we want to be (mockingly). I have read our children deserve to starve, that we're the new colonizers (how!?), that we have done countless genocides and are evil demons. I have read we're Israel, we're zionists, we should be bombed, we should be turned into a lake.
I've seen people (Afroargentinians, indigenous argentinians, brown argentinians, white argentinians, mestizo, hell even asian argentinians) explaining and recontextualizing and trying and trying. I have seen people who are not even arguing anything get swarmed by hateful comments for using the Argentinian shirt, even worse if they're foreigners who have embraced our country. I have seen these comments telling them "argentinians want you dead, argentinians would turn on you".
They hide behind "you all think like your goverment". They refuse to listen to any nuance on the region. They quote examples of racism and anti-indigenous in Argentina without context, without understanding this shit hurts argentinians first. Brown argentinians are the first victims of argentinian racism.
In this foreign narrative, they don't exist. We don't exist as people, we're a concept. The nazi country. The shithole.
While all of this is happening, Milei is trying to pass a law that allows foreign companies to acquire largue quantities of land. Israeli companies and diplomats are circling us like vultures. The US and Europe are getting for cheap local scientific advancements worth millions.
I'm so fucking sorry that I called it. I knew they wouldn't care. I'm so saddened anyway.
Y nosotros acá organizando marchas para que Milei no les regale la Patagonia, medida colonialista de la que precisamente la mayoría de esos progres de teclado se beneficiarían indirectamente. También hay que admitir que es demoledor que lo único que nos represente en la cultura popular anglosajona sea la selección, pues desafortunadamente esa representa más la filosofía del actual gobierno que la de los que luchamos en su contra. Lo irónico es que el 190% de lo que sale de boca de Milei y sus lamebotas es precisamente para agradar a sus amos, principal de los cuales es el presidente de la mayoría de los zurditos que tanto generalizan pero con el que (justamente) no quieren ser asociados. Ya estoy arrepintiéndome de haber posteado esto, ojalá me acuerde de borrarlo después.
On the roles of a writer in modern age, from JAMES G BALLARD's introduction to 1995 edition of CRASH (1973).
"In Tel Zaatar, the killers used to hunt Palestinian women at the spring, at the broken water pipe, as if hunting thirsty gazelles. Killer water. Water mixed with the blood of the thirsty who risked their lives for a cup of it. Water that lit the fires of war among the Bedouins in times gone by. Water good for improving the negotiating position of those whose dried-up humanity hasn’t been melted by water. Water that got Arab kings moving, saddling them with the burden of getting in touch with the American president by phone to make a profitable deal: Take the oil, give us water. Take us, but give us water!"
on the 1976 Tel Zaatar Massacre, excerpts from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982, written by MAHMOUD DARWISH, translated by Ibrahim Murawi
Pictures of some concerts by the Italian musical group Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare (trans. The New Company of Folk Song) in 1975
Excerpt from Dearest Father (Brief an den Vater / Letter to the Father), by FRANZ KAFKA, 1953. Translated by Hannah and Richard Stokes, 2008.
Boris Ryzhy as seen in the literary salon of his institute, Ural Mining State University. Screenshots from a 1992 documentary by Sverdlosk Film Studio
t-shirt that reads "BE SUSPICIOUS OF THAT WHICH IS LABELLED AS APOLITICAL" on the front and "NOTICE WHAT IS PERCEIVED AS EXPLICITLY POLITICAL" on the back
the eyes of someone who just vomited carry a vulnerable acceptance to grief only known in portraits of saints
fat little girls deserve the world tbh society is so traumatizing to them
fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this
if you've been hearing less about gaza lately, it's because most of the journalists are dead. hassan eslayeh, who was murdered yesterday in his hospital bed by israel, had 351 videos archived on tiktokgenocide.com (an online archive of israeli atrocities i recommend you browse). this single journalist alone had contributed 351 videos. the same database lists that 252 journalists have been killed in gaza since october 7th. the cpj's archive of journalists killed is 178. they have a more conservative and less accurate estimate since they have less information on those media workers who work with local outlets.
regardless of the exact number, the number of journalists killed is so high that it is markedly affecting the footage and documentation we have coming out of gaza now. let me prove it to you: 70 people were killed today, May 14th 2025. did you know that?
great films available on the internet archive part two
first post + the archive collection with all of them
la haine (1995) dir. mathieu kassovitz
carnival of souls (1962) dir. herk harvey
andrei tarkovsky's filmography
a nightmare on elm st. (1984) dir wes craven
possession (1981) dir. andrzej źuławski
the silence of the lambs (1991) dir. jonathan demme
safe (1995) dir. todd haynes
psycho (1960) dir. alfred hitchcock
cops (1922) dir. buster keaton
sherlock jr (1924) dir. buster keaton
when harry met sally... (1989) dir. rob rainer
the bride of frankenstein (1935) dir. james whale
man with a movie camera (1927) dir. dziga vertov
coffee and cigarettes (2003) dir. jim jarmusch
m (1931) dir. fritz lang
it happened one night (1934) dir. frank capra
casablanca (1942) dir. michael curtiz
purple noon (1960) dir. rene clement
carrie (1976) dir. brian de palma
eraserhead (1977) dir. david lynch
they live (1988) dir. john carpenter
female trouble (1974) dir. john waters
do the right thing (1989) dir. spike lee
wings (1927) dir. william a wellman
fallen angels (1995) dir. wong kar wai
velvet goldmine (1998) dir. todd haynes
black panthers (1968) dir. agnes varda
american psycho (2000) dir. mary harron
the manchurian candidate (1962) dir. john frankenheimer
girlfriends (1978) dir. claudia weill
more to come ♡ glad you all like movies.
After years of living in the adulting world, I think I’ve come to a realization: Manners exist to guide you to good conduct even when you’re in a bad mood.
When you’re happy, when you’re feeling generous, when you’re pleased with your gift or your service or your outcome, it’s easy to be nice. It’s easy to tip the waiter well when you’ve had a good day. It’s easy to thank the teller or the clerk when you got what you wanted out of the transaction. It’s easy to smile and chit-chat with strangers on the road when you’re in a good mood.
It’s hard to tip the waiter when you didn’t enjoy your food. It’s hard to thank the clerk for their time when you’ve just been told there’s a problem with their account and they weren’t able to fix it for you. It’s hard to think of something nice to say when your aunt gave you a crappy sweater you neither need nor want. It’s hard to be nice to people when you’ve had a shitty day. It’s HARD.
That’s what manners are for. Scripts and phrases that you learn by rote to say when you can’t think of a single nice or good thing to say from your own volition. Yes, they’re scripted. Yes, the sentiment is empty. But the scripts work in every situation, and the emptiness provides a buffer between your own unhappiness and the rest of society.
Because most of the time, it’s not the waiter’s fault that the food you ordered wasn’t what you expected. It’s not the clerk’s fault that your account is overdrawn. It’s not the fault of the barista or the stranger on the subway that you got fired today or your favorite aunt died. But even when you can’t summon a smile or a cheery word, you can still have manners, because they will serve you the same in sunshine or rain.