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Learning this was an intentional genocide changed me.
I know most of those following me know this, but just to make it super clear. An Gorta Mór (The Great Hunger/the Great Famine) was a deliberate genocide of the Irish people. There was enough food grown in Ireland to make sure everyone was alive and healthy and survived. Instead it was exported, sent to England and elsewhere for profit while men, women, and children starved in the streets. While the English landlords fucked off and evicted starving families who couldn’t afford rent. While babies were too weak to cry and died at the side of the road.
They tried to kill us, but they did not succeed. And we owe so much thanks to the other oppressed peoples, in particular the Choctaw Nation and the Masai, who sent money and grain to us.
Let me repeat that. The Choctaw Nation who had just gone through the Trail of Tears sent us money to try save Irish lives. It’s led to an understanding between Irish people and Native American tribes, most recently when we donated to the Navajo and Hopi fundraisers for COVID-19 relief, because while it may be a different tribe, Irish people will never forget those who helped us and we’ll help back.
The entire population of the island is less than seven million people. We’re still a million less on this island than pre famine. And it’s not that long ago. My grandmother’s grandparents lived through it. We’ve told the stories, it literally changed the DNA of the country. We have a national fear of renting, because so many people were evicted. People joke about Irish people always offering loads of food, but it’s because there’s that cultural memory of not being able to.
They tried to kill us, but they did not succeed. We will not let them take our lives, we will not let them take our language. We lost so much, but we will not lose it all.
This is why I get so angry when people say “it was the potato famine, it was because of monoculture/microbes.”
Nope. The potatoes were the only thing Irish people were allowed to fucking eat, because as pointed out, the rest of the crops they were growing were for their landlords to ship to England. So when the one “worthless” crop they were allowed to eat rotted in the field, the English crown, empire, landlords, all shrugged and carried on. People starved to death lying next to productive fields.
when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think
fyi things like insulin, hearing aids, wheelchairs, glasses costing money at all is a form of structural ableism
disabled people should not have to pay to live their lives like everyone else. and in the case of insulin, disabled people should not have to pay to Not Fucking Die
puki what happens if you put a baby in a timeloop
The baby gets put in a timeloop
puki what happens if you put a toddler in a timeloop
Anything put in a thing gets put there
ur so wise
I need you to learn more about things
Hello This Is The Office Of The Specialist You Were Referred To. We Have Decided To Never Call You To Schedule An Appointment Because You Are Evil And We Do Not Accept Evil Patients
Just bought an evil book. Gosh, I sure hope it doesn't have a bunch of evil things in it. I wouldn't want that from my evil book.
I don’t understand the impetus for all the things I say
she needs testosterone, stat!
pushing 20ccs. quick doctor! the patient needs a gender-affirming friend group and a boys night out at the gay bar
I’m having an in of body experience right now
Alright man
“I also choose that guy’s dead wife.”
I’m having an in of body experience right now
Alright man
Grease me up and put me in some metal pipes. Watch me slide around until I get stuck and die
do i have to watch can i go do something else
I thought you'd like it
It’s this time of the year again!
This is the only day you can reblog this.
reblogged and scheduled for next year
the time has finally come
me a year from now has probably forgotten, but i've just scheduled this to be reblogged AGAIN, mwahaha.
hi, me a year from now! how's everything? where are you living now? whatcha doin?
we need more autistic jocks btw. jocks who are obsessive nerds about their sport of choice. jocks who are rigid about their workout routines and obsessed with the math of performance statistics and nutrition and reps. jocks who don't have time for alcohol or misogyny because why are you guys chugging beer and trash talking we need to be TRAINING. guy with no tolerance for homophobia because Teammate Trevor is an integral part of the strategy play who cares who he's dating
more jocks whose sole interest is playing the game to the very best of their ability, and infodumping doing a play-by-play review immediately afterwards at the sports bar while his teammates are trying to just get drunk and decompress
thanks to this post I am learning things about baseball against my will 👍
Okay, so. Yesterday, my spouse's cat (my beloved, furry stepdaughter) was suddenly very sick. Spouse had the car on the opposite end of the state for work, so I walked down the road to the local vet. Unfortunately, she needed to be rushed to the emergency vet in the next town over, so I had to order an Uber and cross my fingers.
Enter Donald, a gay Puerto Rican man who rolls up in an electric Kia with a rainbow Zelda shirt. I know he is Puerto Rican because that is the theme of his car's decor. He's probably in his late forties. He's gushing over the cat but his demeanor changes when I tell him how sick she is and how I need to get her to the ER. He solemnly informs me, "I'll take care of it," and RIPS out of the parking lot of my building.
Dude is flooring it. The entire time he is sending his husband text-to-speech messages about, "Going to the vet, do you want me to go in and talk to them?" He informs me that he actually needed to go speak to the vet at this clinic anyway--his dog who he just had to put down yesterday went there for renal failure treatments--and that "fate brought us together." He tells the cat to hang in there, that, "Girl, I will take care of you."
He turns on his emergency blinkers. He's weaving through traffic like he used to professionally race. Any gap he sees, he takes it. It is terrifying but I am in awe.
We get to blocked traffic because it is rush hour. He asks me if I trust him. I tell him, "I guess I have to in this situation," and he nods and swings into the shoulder, guns it, whips around the traffic, and takes off on a side road. The GPS means nothing to him. He knows exactly where he's going and he is beating the traffic jams for the sake of the cat. She can't wait.
When we pull into the vet clinic, he goes in with me. As my cat is taken in, he asks me if I want to see pictures of his late dog. He shows me a picture of a chihuahua in a bow tie and it is the cutest fucking dog I've ever seen. He tells me how his husband is a dog trainer and the dog had been around the world, and that this vet is a good one and my cat will be fine.
I compliment his shirt and he nods like Arnold at the end of Terminator 2. Then he just marches out the door.
Anyway. The cat is staying overnight at the emergency vet but seems to be doing fine aside from not wanting to eat. Apparently, this is a $2.5k case of "your cat has a cold and is constipated, and what you thought was respiratory distress was her gagging on snot while nauseous." We pick her up sometime today.
Wherever you are, thank you, Donald. My spouse left you a tip higher than the cost of the trip because you are awesome and your dedication to our cat was inspiring. 10/10, I would endanger myself on the road with you again.
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after all those years memorizing social scripts to avoid raising eyebrows...the sheer RELIEF of being able to log onto hellsite.com and type shit like "i want to chew through your sternum, platonically" and have strangers just nod like yeah same 👍
Please realize that everything's too shitty for it to get better I beg
genuinely asking you to ask this to yourself: why do you need me to believe this? If you're so confident in the end then why does it matter that I'm trying to say otherwise? And also, then what do I do? Sit and wallow? Even if things don't get better, which they will, I would so much rather be hopeful and try to make it better than just give up. What is the point in giving up. It's a self fulfilling prophecy.
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