but it’s totally not genocide or neocolonialism, y’all
This is slightly worse than I knew. I’d never heard anything about water access, or the trees. Fuck.
humans are the very worst animal
blows my mind that women are considered shrill and whiny when all i have to do is insinuate that male feelings are not my #1 priority at all times and every indignant male in a 500 mile radius comes out of the woodwork to let me know how they feel
"butch privilege" and "femmephobia" and so on are like the feminist equivalent of when people talk about "corporatism"
white nb people have a really fucked up definition of what binarism is lol
binarism is a feature of colonialism and western imperialism in which poc (namely black people) are forced to conform with the white gender binary system
its not the invisibility of nonbinary people in society, thats just called nonbinary erasure (like refusing to use gender neutral pronouns, say stuff like “both genders” etc)
before colonialism came in and enslaved poc, they were already expressing their genders in ways that european white people didnt understand and forced them to identify as either man or woman and entirely erased the genders specific to those cultures, wiping out a large part of individualism and expression in poc societies
cops getting beat (✿◠‿◠)
cops getting set on fire (◕‿◕✿)
cops dying (≧ω≦)
Remember that time the U.S. shot down an Iranian civilian airliner over Iranian airspace, killing all 290 on board, including 66 children, and then refused to apologize for doing it?
"I will never apologize for the United States. I don’t care what the facts are. I’m not an apologize-for-America kind of guy." — Vice President (and then-presidential candidate) George H.W. Bush, commenting on the downed airliner, 8/2/1988
That quote makes me sick.
Write in my ask how you’d describe me to somebody who’s never met me
excuse me we all love this shit cmon
The motherfuckers who deal with intangibles are the motherfuckers who are rewarded in this society. The more abstract and intangible your shit is, come on stocks? What is stock? Stock certificates is evidence of ownership in something that’s real. Ownership. He owns and controls and therefore receives you know the benefit from, that’s what they call profit. He’s fucking with shit in Bolivia, he’s fucking with shit in Chile, he’s Anaconda, he’s United Fruit, he’s “in mining”, he’s in what? He ain’t never in his life produced shit. Investment bankers, stock brokers, insurance man, it’s motherfuckers who don’t do nothing. We see that this whole society man exists and rests upon workers and that this whole motherfucking society controlled by this ruling clique is parasitic, vulturistic, cannibalistic and is sucking and destroying man the lives of motherfucking workers and we have to stop it because it’s evil.
|—||Ken Cockerel, a communist activist with the League of Revolutionary Black Workers explains capitalism [video of the speech can be found here] (via concretesorrow)|
an emotional roller coaster from start to finish
This says so much with so little. The expert editing to the character of ‘Mum’ whose sudden interruption of our protagonist’s enjoyment is both comical and concise, offering a logical narrative development quickly. ‘Mum’ need not address herself as ‘Mum’, she need merely refer to “my car” and we can work out her relation to the protagonist from the previous information we’ve been given. New depths are added by the clear immaturity of our protagonist as she sings about being in her mother’s car before issuing a child-like “Broom Broom”, telling us that she is not ready to be driving her mother’s car, so perhaps we don’t want her to win in her objectives. This also creates a plausible explanation as to why ‘Mum’ doesn’t want her daughter in her car, turning the mother figure from a one-dimensional antagonist to a fully-formed character in her own right. And finally the small, underplayed, “aww”, which, in its lack of surprise and tone of dull acceptance, forces us to speculate that this isn’t the first time our protagonist has experienced this twisting narrative. We are always held back from our dreams. We always repeat our mistakes. But life continues nevertheless. Broom broom. Broom broom, indeed.
For future reference.
For those who would ever need it. -C
reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.