#history repeating

[nerdygaymormon]

[liberalsarecool]

Kash Patel is pure corruption.

Not qualified for the job. A political MAGA hack, zero independence from First Felon.

Mentally vacant Oval Office getting desperate.

[sgiandubh]

Once again, Sam has succeeded in uniting all factions of the fandom in their universal disgust. Every other cast member kept the focus where it should have been…on the ending of a long running series. They reposted content from Starz, they shared behind the scenes pictures, they wrote heart felt notes to the cast, crew, and fans. Sam and the MW made it all about themselves. They both deliberately posted when they knew it would get the maximum attention. When fans were all over social media, looking for content. Tacky and self absorbed doesn’t even come close to what I think.

Dear Tacky and Self Absorbed Anon,

I agree. And I will add my -surely unpopular opinion - that the biggest tactical mistake this fandom could make at this juncture point is to insist on commenting thumbs and comparing screenshots. At least not publicly.

Perhaps people tend to forget or are completely ignorant about the consequences of the last similar episode (you know, 'little soul' and all the rest) : a brutal mention in a Vanity Fair interview, a deep rift in the fandom and all the trolls insisting on the 'lunatic fans' theory, that has been touted ad nauseam ever since. And gingerly, but conveniently embraced by the cast and the sidekicks.

Don't give that woman any more ammo, nor the leverage to twist this discontent jiu-jitsu style and victimize herself and bring even more attention upon her. Just because you legitimately feel that your intelligence and your emotions have been disrespected. Remember that if their behavior has patterns, so does ours - and these patterns are, by now, predictable and acted upon.

That IG story which does not make any sense was a trap. Don't fall for it. It's really cheap. I promise.

Zen, ladies.

Zen.

[artfilmfan]

part of a letter that James Baldwin wrote to Angela Davis, as relevant today as when it was written:

"One way of gauging a nation's health, or of discerning what it really considers to be its interests—or to what extent it can be considered as a nation as distinguished from a coalition of special interests—is to examine those people it elects to represent or protect it. One glance at the American leaders (or figureheads) conveys that America is on the edge of absolute chaos, and also suggests the future to which American interests, if not the bulk of the American people, appear willing to consign the Blacks. (Indeed, one look at our past conveys that.) It is clear that for the bulk of our (nominal) countrymen, we are all expendable. And Messrs. Nixon, Agnew, Mitchell, and Hoover, to say nothing, of course, of the Kings' Row basket case, the winning Ronnie Reagan, will not hesitate for an instant to carry out what they insist is the will of the people. But what, in America, is the will of the people? And who, for the above-named, are the people? The people, whoever they may be, know as much about the forces which have placed the above-named gentlemen in power as they do about the forces responsible for the slaughter in Vietnam.

The will of the people, in America, has always been at the mercy of an ignorance not merely phenomenal, but sacred, and sacredly cultivated: the better to be used by a carnivorous economy which democratically slaughters and victimizes whites and Blacks alike. But most white Americans do not dare admit this (though they suspect it) and this fact contains mortal danger for the Blacks and tragedy for the nation. Or, to put it another way, as long as white Americans take refuge in their whiteness—for so long as they are unable to walk out of this most monstrous of traps—they will allow millions of people to be slaughtered in their name, and will be manipulated into and surrender themselves to what they will think of—and justify—as a racial war. They will never, so long as their whiteness puts so sinister a distance between themselves and their own experience and the experience of others, feel themselves sufficiently human, sufficiently worthwhile, to become responsible for themselves, their leaders, their country, their children, or their fate.

They will perish (as we once put it in our black church) in their sins —that is, in their delusions. And this is happening, needless to say, already, all around us. Only a handful of the millions of people in this vast place are aware that the fate intended for you, Sister Angela, and for George Jackson, and for the numberless prisoners in our concentration camps—for that is what they are—is a fate which is about to engulf them, too, White lives, for the forces which rule in this country, are no more sacred than Black ones, as many and many a student is discovering, as the white American corpses in Vietnam prove. If the American people are unable to contend with their elected leaders for the redemption of their own honor and the loves of their own children, we the Blacks, the most rejected of the Western children, can expect very little help at their hands; which, after all, is nothing new. What the Americans do not realize is that a war between brothers, in the same cities, on the same soil is not a racial war but a civil war. But the American delusion is not only that their brothers all are white but that the whites are all their brothers. So be it. We cannot awaken this sleeper, and God knows we have tried. We must do what we can do, and fortify and save each other—we are not drowning in an apathetic self-contempt, we do feel ourselves sufficiently worthwhile to contend even with the inexorable forces in order to change our fate and the fate of our children and the condition of the world! We know that a man is not a thing and is not to be placed at the mercy of things.

We know that air and water belong to all mankind and not merely to industrialists. We know that a baby does not come into the world merely to be the instrument of someone else's profit. We know that a democracy does not mean the coercion of all into a deadly—and, finally, wicked— mediocrity but the liberty for all to aspire to the best that is in him, or that has ever been. We know that we, the Blacks, and not only we, the blacks, have been, and are, the victims of a system whose only fuel is greed, whose only god is profit. We know that the fruits of this system have been ignorance, despair, and death, and we know that the system is doomed because the world can no longer afford it—if, indeed, it ever could have. And we know that, for the perpetuation of this system, we have all been mercilessly brutalized, and have been told nothing but lies, lies about ourselves and our kinsmen and our past, and about love, life, and death, so that both soul and body have been bound in hell.

The enormous revolution in black consciousness which has occurred in your generation, my dear sister, means the beginning or the end of America. Some of us, white and Black, know how great a price has already been paid to bring into existence a new consciousness, a new people, an unprecendented nation. If we know, and do nothing, we are worse than the murderers hired in our name. If we know, then we must fight for your life as though it were our own—which it is—and render impassable with our bodies the corridor to the gas chamber. For, if they take you in the morning, they will be coming for us that night. Therefore: peace."

[number8-af]

That's both a good thing and a bad thing.

if you bother to research it.

[2rabbitart]

Crónicas Mexicanas (facebook)

A Moment in U.S. History Many People Never Learned About

During the Great Depression, fear and economic crisis changed how people treated one another. Jobs were scarce. Blame and suspicion grew. And in that climate, a national campaign called the Mexican Repatriation began.

Between the late 1920s and 1930s, hundreds of thousands of people of Mexican descent — including many U.S. citizens — were pressured, coerced, or forced to leave the United States. Historians estimate the number may have reached over one million individuals nationwide.

One day captured the reality of that era:

 Los Angeles — February 26, 1931 Families were gathered in La Placita, a popular park where the community met to talk, relax, and enjoy a Sunday afternoon. Without warning, local authorities and federal immigration agents surrounded the park. They blocked the exits and demanded papers from anyone who “looked Mexican.” Some were detained. Others were sent away from the only home they had ever known.

No trial. No hearing. No chance to say goodbye.

It was a moment that left lasting trauma — families separated, communities shaken, and American citizens wrongfully expelled simply because of their heritage.

Today, historians and educators continue to bring this chapter of history back into the spotlight so that what happened is not forgotten.

Remembering isn’t about blame — It’s about learning, understanding, and honoring the people who lived through it.

If you believe history should include every story, share this so more people can learn it too.

[shnjblj]

Hush2 draws parallels of the history repeating.

The once and future Batman blockbuster called Hush is back to tell us something new about broken promises and kept secrets, allies and enemies taking new masks and behaving differently.

Second issue repeats watercolor memories and visions of anger, which enamored me verily the first time Jim Lee did it. And it isn't the only pattern that shows. Just like the original arc was about mindgames, more specifically subliminal images put into subconscious mind to program the Dark Knight for desired board game move, now Lee does it to us, the audience. He uses the story to frame old moves and poses into new settings and actors.

+ A friend wants to stop me (from doing insane things with Joker) with a gun.

+ not my vs my

+ memory in the flesh

+ a green one waiting in the dark for transaction with a stiff pose

Original Hush conspirator Eddy is back to help the Batfamily, just like original conspirator numero dos Jason is back to steal Joker from the cave and take him to Hush (supposedly).

Just like in the original second chapter broken Batman gets taken from Crime Alley to cave to childhood friend who happens to be dr, this second issue Bruce takes broken Joker to childhood friend in Crime Alley who happens to be dr and then takes Robin Killer to the cave. In the original Batman can't Batman till the doc doesn't fix his nogging, this issue Joker can't Joker ie laugh till Crime Alley doc doesn't patch him up. Will doc Elliot fix damage he did to the Crime Prince?

Batman changed suit last issue. Riddler gets new outfit here also. Huntress got a new look in the original blockbuster. Theme repeats. Will we get explanation about Eddy's buff figure and commando question mark? Is he scared of someone whose moniker rhymes with lush? Running from someone who doesn't say to Aristotle Shush?

Hmmm. Jeph and Jim, you have my curiosity piqued.

Cue fitting soundtrack

[the-iron-shoulder]

The Megas’ History Repeating still makes me completely, completely insane. Their portrayal of Light as an absolute monster is so so so fucking good.

“I wish that I could be there / I want to be the one to watch you die”

Oh, you wish you could be there, do you Thomas? Then build a goddamn mech suit or a tank like he did (you can’t even build a flying saucer? He built a flying saucer) and go kill him yourself, you fucking coward. (Or are you admitting that he’s a better roboticist than you are?) No no, you just can’t possibly do it yourself, but sure, you wish that you could be there. It’s just such a disappointment to you that all you can do is just send a bullet with his name. (This is your answer. Another machine.) No, of course the best solution is to force Rock to do it; after all, they will forgive him (but who could possibly forgive you?)