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question: how would you deal with cyber attacks against the US government?Â
donald trump: i am so strongly against cyber. we came up with the internet. cyber is a big issue. we need to be SMART and QUICK. let me tell you. my son has a computer. heâs 10! heâs so good on that computer so good you wouldnât believe it!
republicans:
no offense but does anyone else just kind of want to die lol
Holy fucking christ
Reblog if your blog is safe for trans followers.
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cannot stop thinking about "if soulmates do exist they're not found. they're made" and how much more wonderful a concept it is. you were not made to fit with someone else, you were made be yourself and it's up to you to choose who fits with you and how they fit. you get to wake up every day and choose to have the people you love the most belong with you and that makes it so much more meaningful than some random act of fate forcing you together
man some of the seven deadly sins arenât even that bad. sorry Iâm angry n wanna fuck? Sorry I ate a lot? shut up
Reminder that it costs more daily to keep someone in prison than most prisoners have ever stolen and certainly much more than it'd cost to fix the poverty that drives almost all crime, it just exists to scare people out of hurting corporate profit and you foot the bill woth your taxes.
long overdue for a scream in the woods
Necromancer that doesnât know theyâre a necromancer and thinks theyâre just a really good emt
That is the funniest thing i have ever read
at this rate
finding out this was real makes my life lkJASLKFJASDKLF
âIn 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, âHoney, his motherâs not coming. Heâs been here six weeks. Nobodyâs coming!â
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a âsinnerâ and already dead to her, and that she wouldnât even claim his body when he died.
âI went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, âOh, momma. I knew youâd comeâ, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, âIâm here, honey. Iâm hereâ, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her familyâs large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruthâs work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, âThey would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and hereâd come the money. Thatâs how weâd buy medicine, thatâs how weâd pay rent. If it hadnât been for the drag queens, I donât know what we would have doneâ, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her familyâs plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the âCemetery Angelâ.ââ by Ra-Ey Saley
Sheâs 60 now, sheâs still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
Thank you, Alex.