5. Itās hard to be offended when white people jokes involve bland food/tourist dads in socks and sandals/white girls in yoga pants obsessed with pumpkin spice/suburban PTA moms and other harmless and mostly true stereotypes while jokes about POC involve them being called thugs/criminals/slurs/uneducated/illegal immigrants.
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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldnāt it?
This morning, i heard on the public health reddit that the HIV page at cdc.gov had been scrubbed. Sure enough, the landing page was there, but all links to information about programs, treatment, data were gone.
Then we started to hear that all CDC was going to be removing data. Whole data sets. I started looking, and the Social Vulnerability Index, which identifies geographic areas that are vulnerable to climate, economic, or health-related disasters, it was gone.
The Behavioral Risk Factor Surveillance System, which is a national survey that helps identify things like smoking prevalence, healthcare access, are people meeting nutrtion guidelines, was gone. I had just downloaded that dataset and the documentation on Tuesday to run some stats on colorectal cancer screening in my state. It was now gone.
My colleagues at the health department started messaging each other. Were they also having troubles finding data? People on reddit were frantically trying to download datasets, comparing what they already had. For fuck's sake, the Census website and data was going down. The goddamn Census.
There are some heroes, like the good people at the r/DataHoarders subreddit who had heard rumblings earlier this week and had started scrapping the entire CDC website. The End of Term Archive had already been archiving federal websites and data for months, and are getting those datasets up on GitHub.
But this is unprecedented. This is fascism. This is an authoritarian regime removing public data from access to make sure theres nothing out there that can conflict with their message.
This is not normal.
If you live in the US and have the capability, call your reps and ask them what they're doing about this data scrubbing, ESPECIALLY if they're Democrats. Hold their feet to the fire.
Dear beloved friends, ā¦ Sara A needs your support for Help Gaza Family
My home was cozy, beautiful, and warm before the war. Here is some pictures for our house before the war
Our home was targeted in a tank bombing on the 25th of November 2023 that left it unlivable, along with the entire neighborhood of Al-Burij refugee camp, in Gaza City.
When we returned back to our home to get some needed itemsand clothes, we found that Israeli soldiers also steal our belongings. Since that day, my family has been sleeping in a miserable tent in Rafah, in the south of Gaza, which has become a home for all people from the Gaza strip, whose homes were also destroyed by airstrikes, but they have survived thus far.
I can't express how useless and depressed we felt after finding out what they'd been through and are currently going through. Each moment, we worry about losing them. Without connection settings, we cannot constantly contact them. During the moment of typing, over 25,0000 individuals have been killed in Gaza. They are without electrical power or heating for a period of three months, food is limited, and their drinking water is unsafe for human consumption. My family's only hope is to evacuate to to a safer place out of Gaza. My family went through the loss of several friends, and many of them have lost their spouses and children. I am afraid of losing my family. They are the light that leads me through my life. I cannot live or survive without them.
The expenses of travel for 5 people are as follows:
ā¢ $50000 for the boarding pass (Egyptian coordination) to pass Rafah border, 10000$ for each person.
We are need your help and support in raising $50000 to transport them from Gaza to Egypt. Once the cash are put in the US bank account, they will be deposited to my family's bank account. He intended to utilize the funds to cover the costs of going to Egypt as soon as feasibl
Save the life of my husband and children from death š„¹ššµšø
Hello friends, despite the difficult circumstances we are living in, from famine and the lack of food and drink and facing death at every moment, my husband and I were exposed to direct and close bombing by Israeli warplanesš, and as a result, my husband and I were seriously injured. My husband entered surgery and spent several days in intensive care. As a result of the injury, he lost his left eye and 70 centimeters of intestine were removed.šš
His condition is critical and he is now staying in the hospital and needs treatment and healthy food that is not available š„¹š
In addition, my tent was damaged by the missile bombing and became unlivable š„¹š
So please, I need your support and help š Try to help me with any donation to provide shelter for my children and treatment for my husband.
Please, my life and the lives of my children and husband are in danger š„¹šš
Any donation you make will help me provide a tent or at least provide medicine and food for my husband.
My name is Kristina, I have gotten to know Maryam and her family through Insā¦ Kristina Turner Brown needs your support for Save Maryamās
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
when i hear complaints about the boomers, i say "was it not boomers getting shot by cops while protesting against the war in vietnam? Were not boomers the ones who insisted that banks would no longer require a cosign from a husband or father for a woman to open an account or have a credit card? Did they not literally take us to the moon?"
When i hear complaints about gen x i say " did not gen x bear the brunt of AIDS and the creation of the 'inner city'? wasn't it gen-x marching for queer rights and women's body autonomy and a change in corrupt banking policies in some of the largest protests in the country's history?"
when i hear complaints about millennials, i say "have not millennials fought against and lived through so many 'once in a generation' disasters they should by all rights have given up by now? Are not millennials those who rally against the status quo? the industry killers, the cop protesters, they who live through unending hardship as the economic noose tightens, leading the charge for sustainability and socio-economic reform?"
when i hear complaints about gen-z i say "hasn't gen-z gotten involved younger, and been involved stronger, in the continuance of these noble traditions? Are they not living without even the broken pieces of the promise given to the generations that came before? haven't they had their childhoods derailed by the imminence of consequences for actions they were never even present for?"
when i hear complaints about generation alpha i say "HOW DARE YOU. How dare you malign these souls who will have to fix so much that they did not have a hand in ruining... or else die of these mistakes made before they were born. How dare you do the work of our shared oppressors and alienate our fresh blood. You are not to mistreat and mock the youngest soldiers in this fight, no! you point out to them the best targets, you share your rations, you show them how to stay alive, because anyone in the trenches with us is our brethren, our sistren. Our safety and our strength."
don't let the worst kind of stand up comedian tell you other generations are terrible. Don't let the worst kind of headline convince you each generation is against the other. Don't let the worst kind of oppressive force keep us divided along lines that mean nothing real. Because that is how they win.
Our dreams have been destroyed, and we have nothing left...š
š«You're our last hope in this lifeš«
I'm Lama from Gaza, I'm 24 years old, and my husband is Mohammad... We got married in 2022 in a house full of love and happiness. Our house was beautiful, we chose everything in it carefully... We were waiting for the end of the day to go there after a tiring day of work, but the occupation did not leave us. ššš
This house was bombed with all hatred. Here we are after the genocide. We have nothing... We lost our house, our work, and our car.šš
We were displaced to Rafah in a tent that could not accommodate 5 people, and after the displacement from Rafah, we were displaced to Mawasi Khan Yunis again. It was a very difficult period... but now we are in Mawasi Khan Yunis in a tent that does not protect us from the cold of winter or the heat of summer.šš
This is our tent, its floor is made of cardboard, as you can see, and I suffer from severe eczema due to the pollution of the air and the materials used, and the medicine is very expensive.šš
Urgent: My husband needs a very necessary operation and medication. Please help my husband in order for his health to improve. He is in pain.ššš«šš
Help us and donate to us. You are our last hope and the lifeline of this life. š«š
We need you...Donate to us and save what is left of us.ššš
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Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and Iām writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.
The ongoing war has devastated my family. Weāve lost 25 family membersāeach one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeplyātheir laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.
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We are now facing daily challenges to surviveāthings that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.
Our Current Situation:
š Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. š Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. š Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my familyās dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. š¢ Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.
How You Can Help:
Iām sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if youāre unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.
Your kindness, no matter how small, is something weāll never forget.
What This Means to Us:
Your support is not about changing our entire situationāitās about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you canāt donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.
Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.
With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ā¤ļø
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Hello Everyone, I am Mosab Suleiman Al Derawi, 28 years old, my wife Nadine Adel Aā¦ Mosab Derawi needs your support for Help me saving who's
š A Cry for Help: My Familyās Struggle to Survive in Gaza š
Hello, my name is Areej Kassab. Iām a 27-year-old English teacher and writer from Gaza, and Iām reaching out to you with a heavy heart and a desperate plea for support. My family and I are enduring unimaginable hardships as relentless bombings devastate our home and our dreams.
We are a family of 15ā10 adults and 5 children. Every day is a battle for survival. Food is scarce, humanitarian aid is not reaching us, and my little nieces and nephews go to bed hungry. Among them is my sister, who is deaf, and another sister who has a newborn baby. They, too, are suffering in this crisis, and Iām doing everything I can to protect and provide for them.
š A Life in Ruins
The war has robbed us of everything: safety, peace, and even the hope of a future here. My familyās needs are basic yet criticalāfood, clean water, diapers for the babies, gas for cooking, and other essentials to make it through each day.
With rising prices and limited access to necessities, we are struggling to provide even the most basic items. My sisterās home has been destroyed, and we are working together to ensure everyone has shelter, food, and warmth.
āØ My Plea for Your Support āØ
Iām a writer, and Iāve been documenting the harsh realities faced by my community under siege. But words can only do so much. We need action, and we need help. Your kindness can save us.
š How You Can Help
Donate: Every contribution, no matter how small, brings us closer to securing the essentials we desperately need.
Share Our Story: If you canāt donate, please share this post to help us reach others who can.
Your support will help provide food for the children, clean water for my family, and basic supplies to help us survive this unimaginable crisis.
My name is Melissa and I am supporting Areej to help her family survivā¦ Melissa Saul needs your support for Emergency Evacuation for Aree
Thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing in solidarity with us. Together, we can create a lifeline for my familyāa chance to live, to dream, and to hope again.
A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was āheās got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so heād be more comfortableā and it made me realise the world isnāt all that bad
The pet store I worked at had a pen with rabbits near the front door. On every side of the pen were huge signs saying āYou can pet me, but donāt pick me up!ā
One day two absolutely huge guys came in and one immediately reaches into the pen to grab a rabbit. Before i could say anything his friend grabbed his arm and asked him ādid you see the sign?ā
He said āyeah! it says that you can pick them up but donāt pet them!ā
Then he went quiet for a moment and softly said āI didnāt read it right did I?ā
And his friend just puts his arm on his shoulder and said āits ok, i know youāve got that thing where words get mixed up. Let just pet these cute lil shitsā
And I still havenāt gotten over that interaction.
I was walking my dog through Boston bc he likes the likes car rides. Heās a little thing tbh we call him short and long.
So this huge scary man with a full beard approaches me like āhey can my buddy and I pet your dog? He gets nervous around dogs but yourās is so small I think itās a good place to start.ā
Ofc I was like āyes heās very friendly!ā So this guy brings his equally big friend over and they sit on the floor while this man looks terrified of my tiny dog so big man number one asks ācan I pick him up?ā And i say yes so he picks him up and puts him on man number twoās lap and man number two is abt to freak out and his friend straight up just goes āhey man, itās okay just relax Iād never let anything hurt you. Heās a good boy.ā Iāll never forget it ever bc I know that man looked at me (5'3 , glasses, probably wearing a sweater vest) and my dog (kinda goofy looking little thing) and was like āah yes the two least intimidating living things Iāve seen in Boston all day heāll feel relaxed around themā and went out of his way to help his friend. It makes me so happy
My husband had this Dungeons and Dragons group ages ago, and one of the guys was TERRIFIED of cats.Ā The moment he sees one he freezes up and can barely breathe.Ā Said guy is almost seven feet tall and solid wall of muscle.Ā Whenever he came over Iād put the cats in the bedroom and chill out with a book because my cats donāt like being shut away without one of us.Ā
One of my cats was pawing at the door and meowing loudly, an indication she REALLY needs to use the litter box.Ā I let her out and decide, hey, Iām hungry, and decide to the kitchen.Ā I forgot to shut the bedroom door.Ā
Next thing I hear is the group going completely silent.Ā My husband very calmly asks me to come over and help him gather our two cats up.Ā I go over to where the group is and my black cat, Cacoa, is rubbing up against the guyās leg, purring, and doing her ālet me on your lapā meow.Ā The other cat, Jasper, is sitting at the window, chilling out.Ā I go over and pick up Cacoa and tell the big dude sheās harmless, loves laps, and would be thrilled if he pet her.Ā Very slowly he touches my catās face, and she leans right into his hand.Ā He then pets her back and sighs because sheās really soft and purring like mad.Ā After a few minutes he asks how to pick her up and if itās okay if she sits on his lap.
He spent the next six hours spoiling my cat.Ā The next week he showed up with cat treats and toys because he fell in love with the cats.Ā He told me he was doing some research on house cats, and even talked to a vet about them.Ā A couple months later he adopted two cats and was as thrilled and excited as a new parent.Ā
I used to work at this stable for icelandic horses and every now and then this man would turn up by the field to just watch the horses. One time I walked by him as I was going to get the horses inside, and he went āI always wanted to learn how to ride but Iām afraid of horses because theyāre so huge. If I could ride ponies like this, maybe Iād dare but now Iām too big and heavy for them.ā You should have seen his face when I told them that actually theyāre not ponies, just small horses and they could totally carry him. His face just lit up. Next thing Iām helping him to get on back. Today he knows how to ride.
A few years ago my sister and I were in Daytona Beach, and we saw this huge, burly biker. Looked like the stereotypical biker: big black beard, the goggles, leather, and a bandana. He also had a baby carrier, and in that baby carrier was a tiny little orange Pomeranian. We complimented his dog and he said, in one of the deepest voices Iāve ever heard, āthanks, his nameās Little Bear!ā And he told us about how heād take Little Bear out on his motorcycle everyday and how much the dog loved it.
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