fierceawakening:

argumate:

birdblogwhichisforbirds:

birdblogwhichisforbirds:

birdblogwhichisforbirds:

on the one hand free speech in academia is very, very important.

on the other hand, if i ever once swore in front of a customer at any job i’d ever had, or called a coworker a d*ke, or loudly speculated about a customer’s sex life apropos of nothing, i would have been fired on the spot and nobody would have questioned it.

the lady in this article is a goddamn snowflake. she is being held to a far, far lower standard of politeness than any cashier, office worker, nurse, cleaner or person in any other kind of job would be held to. 

imagine you phone up a your bank’s customer services and the person on the phone starts dropping f bombs. imagine the cashier in waterstones told a pregnant customer one of their books isn’t for “mommies and wives.” imagine the receptionist at your local dental surgery said it was “bullshit” to ask for accomodations from your dentist. 

none of those people would have jobs the next day. not one.

this woman thinks she should get special treatment for some unexplained reason.

she wasn’t fired for academic opinions. making fun of a student for being pregnant is not a political or philosophical stance. neither is making fun of someone’s trousers.

if she’d said, as an academic opinion, “mothers shouldn’t study or do paid work outside the home” i’d think that was a shitty opinion but i’d defend her right to say it. but sh didn’t she just made fun of someone for being pregnant. if she’d said “same gender relationships are wrong because something something thomas aquinas something something bodily union” that would be a shitty philosophical stance but i’d defend her right to express it, but “lol your trousers make you look gay” is just being rude for no reason.

also if multiple people are leaving meetings with you in tears, and they don’t complain about any of your specific opinions but just the general way you talk to them, then you’re not being fired for unpopular opinions.

Ginn was describing her service project—a coat drive that had brought in 300 coats for needy kids—and mentioned that her fiancé had helped her out with it. “Well,” Buchanan told her, according to LSU documents, “he might support you now when the sex is good, but trust me, he won’t support you in five years when it’s not as good.” Ginn was “mortified” that a professor would make assumptions about her sex life—and she was too afraid of Buchanan, she said, to confront her about the matter.

But other allegations fell into different bins—mostly professionalism and abuse of power. In Ginn’s meeting with the associate dean, which was recounted during the hearing, she mentioned that another young woman in her class, Kaitlyn B., also felt traumatized. And soon, Kaitlyn reported to the university that during her own assessment team meeting, Buchanan upbraided her until she burst into tears and then began filming her with her cellphone, saying, “You need to see how unprofessional you look.” Another young woman, referred to in LSU documents as Student C, reported that in a 2012 class, Buchanan declared that only a “dyke” would wear brown pants, and that the female students shouldn’t expect to pass if they got pregnant, even offering to purchase them condoms to prevent it. The student, who was expecting her third child, met with Buchanan to discuss whether she should quit the program; the professor told her that it wasn’t really designed for “mommies and wives” and further discussed her learning disability in class, calling the special accommodations granted her because of it “bullshit.”

Students complained that Buchanan canceled classes and one day brought in her yoga teacher as a guest speaker. “I learned nothing, besides I should not wear brown pants, her kid smokes weed, and she is getting a divorce,” one student wrote. Other evaluations mentioned that Buchanan announced that she didn’t care if people completed their assignments because she probably wouldn’t have time to look at them.

yikes

Yeah. When I read the “when the sex isn’t good” bit I thought that was icky, but not worth firing someone over. But if someone pulls shit that makes people consistently uncomfortable and isn’t presenting it as something to debate or discuss in the class… yeah, after a certain point, the problem is you.

To people who use “þ” as an aesthetic “p”

miss-serket:

solarine:

tkdancer:

tharook:

notquiteapolyglot:

þink again.

getting thorny in the linguistics fandom

þorny*

That also goes for using ß as an aesthetic B. 

On my old server, there was a character named ßillyßadass.

This never failed to make me laugh, because that letter is not pronounced like B. It is a sharp S. 

That guy named himself SsillySsadass. 

Also to people who you Σ as an aesthetic E

that’s an S too, Σo maybe check next time

h3lldalg0:

It probably says something about my social experiences during my formative years that I get this wave of relief whenever my favorite people initiate contact with me unprompted. I didn’t scare them off and they aren’t just tolerating me to be polite!

argumate:

prophecyformula:

prophecyformula:

Until he had run for Governor [in 1938], W. Lee [”Pappy”] O’Daniel had never had the slightest connection with politics—not as a candidate, not as a campaign worker, not even as a voter; he had never cast a ballot. He was a flour salesman and a radio announcer….

[D]oubts about Pappy’s sincerity were occasionally raised in print by commentators who noted that the first of his fervent paeans to Texas had been composed when he had hardly arrived in that state, having previously lived in Kansas, and that even now he was occasionally prone to minor errors about Texas history—such as confusing the Battle of San Jacinto with the Alamo. Those closest to him knew that his country-boy image was a pose; he was actually a business-college graduate and a businessman who dealt not just in Hillbilly Flour but in Fort Worth real estate… Intimates also had some doubts about the depth of his religious feeling; although he was constantly urging his listeners to go to church, he seldom went himself….

O’Daniel’s candidacy was not taken seriously by politicians or by the press, who noted his total lack of political experience (since he had not paid his poll tax, he was not even eligible to vote); reporters treated it as a joke, if they mentioned it at all; newspaper articles lumped this “radio entertainer” and flour salesman…with the numerous other fringe candidates who regularly people Texas politics. Then the campaign began. O’Daniel’s first rally was held in Waco. When he drove up in his red wagon, the crowd waiting for him was possibly the largest crowd in the history of Texas politics—tens of thousands of people….

To his opponents’ charge that since he had no platform, he had no reason for running, he replied that there was indeed a reason; the reason, he said, was them. The principal reason he was running, he said, was to throw them—the “professional politicians”—out of Austin….

Press and politicians had predicted that once the novelty of seeing him in person had worn of, O’Daniel’s audiences would get smaller. They got larger: crowds unprecedented in Texas politics—20,000, 30,000, 40,000—came to hear him in the cities. Crowds followed him from town to town. They barricaded the highway to force him to stop and speak to them….

According to the press, the leading candidates in the race were two of the state’s best-known politicians, onetime State Attorney General William McCraw and Colonel Ernest O. Thompson, chairman of the Railroad Commission. McCraw received 152,000 votes. Thompson got 231,000. O’Daniel got 573,000. Polling 30,000 votes more than the eleven other candidates combined, he won the Governorship without a run-off….

Almost totally ignorant of the mechanics of government, O’Daniel proved unwilling to make even a pretense of learning, passing off the most serious problems with a quip; asked once what taxes he was proposing to keep the deficit-ridden government’s head above water, he replied that “no power on earth” could make him say….

“He just got up at his rallies. and said, in effect, ‘I’m going to protect you from everything.’” And the people believed he would. In 1938, he had gotten 51 percent of the vote; in 1940, he got 53 percent, winning re-election as he had won election, by beating a field of well-known politicians without even a run-off.

The reason O’Daniel shows up in Robert Caro’s LBJ bio is that he ran against LBJ for a Senate seat in 1941. And that election was, um, kind of crazy?

To begin with, Pappy was a late entrant to the race. He declared six weeks in, after he’d personally assured Johnson that he wasn’t going to run. Unsurprisingly, Johnson was not very happy about this development. He had enough money to beat any of his other opponents, but a popular incumbent governor with his own radio show would be a challenge. And Pappy O’Daniel was a much better campaigner than LBJ.

So Johnson decided he was gonna copy Pappy’s campaign style. He hired a six-man swing ensemble, two singers, blackface comedians, dancers, a fifteen-year-old harmonica champion and “the best master of ceremonies in Texas,” and took them on tour all across the state. Also there were lotteries. (Johnson himself, in fact, was the least interesting part of his rallies—to the point that by the end of the campaign, he would hardly be mentioned in the pre-rally advertising.)

At the same time, Johnson endeavored to keep O’Daniel from campaigning. He had lobbyist connections in Austin, and these connections had some clout with most of the state legislature, and the state legislature had to pass appropriations bills before they could recess—and before the Governor could go on the road. So Johnson and his lobbyist friends had the legislature delay those bills… and then delay them again… and again.’

Johnson also deployed a stratagem to win over rabid O’Daniel fans; he asked: do you really want Pappy to go “way up there to Washington?” Or do you want him to fight for you in Austin? If you really love Pappy O’Daniel, Johnson’s men said, you should vote to keep him close to home.

Johnson also fully expected to win because he, unlike O’Daniel, had a political network in place to buy votes where there were votes to be bought. And there were a lot of places to buy votes in Texas. Johnson was right that O;Daniel couldn’t buy precincts on the scale that he himself could—but there was another force in the state that was very much in the election-buying business.

O’Daniel was “a rabid Prohibitionist,” and he’d been pushing hard-line anti-alcohol policies for most of his time as Governor. And he had a lot of power to make such policies, especially by making appointments to the state Liquor Control Board. Obviously, the beer and liquor lobby had strong incentives to get Pappy O’Daniel out of the Governor’s mansion, and the easiest way to do that would be to get him into the Senate.

This might not have been enough to put Pappy over the top, but on election night, Johnson committed an unforced error. He allowed the precincts that he’d bought and paid for to report their results early. And as the night ended, Johnson had a comfortable lead of 5000 votes over O’Daniel, with close to 95% of precincts reporting – and most of the uncounted votes were in an area that had gone strongly for a third candidate, Representative Martin Dies. But since Johnson’s votes were all in, the liquor lobbyists knew exactly how many votes Pappy O’Daniel needed to win, and they intended to get him those votes. All through the weekend, liquor lobbyists visited the county judges in the precincts that had yet to report their vote totals, and when those totals were reported, support had dramatically shifted away from Dies and to O’Daniel. When the final count was made official, Johnson was behind the Governor by just 1,311 votes.

And that is the story of how Pappy O’Daniel almost lost a Senate race because his own base voted against him, before his political enemies cheated to ensure his victory.

goodness modern politics is tame.

Click here to support Chemo for Kusto

thebibliosphere:

vaspider:

cw: pet illness, pet mortality.

Kusto has been my puppy since he was 5 weeks old.  His mom was attacking the litter, so we brought him home, hand-weaned him, and he’s been my sweet baby since the day that he waddled over to me and flopped on his back when I went to meet the litter.

The day I came back from the hospital after getting my spine surgery, he saw me out the window and refused to be tricked into going to the backyard – he had to see me as soon as possible. And he tended me through my recovery, sleeping on the hospital bed we had in our living room.

About 2 weeks ago, he started losing weight rapidly.  We took him to the vet, and got an answer we were dreading:

Leukemia.

At this point we know that it’s leukemia and one of two forms of acute leukemia. We have six to nine months at the outside with him.

The only way to determine a treatment plan is with more testing. Then we will know what our plan is.

To be clear: this is a hospice plan. We aren’t going to cure him, and we know that. Our goal is to find the best treatment plan that will give him the best quality of life for the longest time. We are preparing to say goodbye, and we want to do it as gently as possible and let the time he has left with us be as good as it can be. Right now, he’s curled up next to me on the bed with his head against my leg, and that’s really all he wants with the rest of his life.

He’s taken good care of me for 14 years and now I need to take care of him, but with everything the last year has thrown at us, I just don’t have the money. We just lost Lex seven months ago, we were just living in a hotel eight months ago. What the fuck, 2017

The goal is currently set only at the cost of the tests to determine our plan, and an oncology consult. It will go up once a plan is in place, and we know how we will best be able to give him a good life and an easy passing.

If you can help, thank you. If you can help by sharing, thank you. I’m totally wrecked by this news. If I don’t answer when people check in on me, it’s because I’m a flat mess.

I’m so sorry vaspy 😦 sending love your way, and boosting 💖

Click here to support Chemo for Kusto

thecatspit:

One of my cats was hit by a car.

Her name is Kali, she’s about 5 years old, and on August 4th, I came home to find her by the back steps, unable to stand up without help. The vet said he couldn’t feel any broken bones, she has no signs of nerve damage, and now that she’s on pain meds she’s able to support her own weight for short periods and is using the litterbox… but she’s definitely got a sacroiliac subluxation, meaning one side of her pelvis is misaligned. It’ll probably heal on its own without surgery, but we don’t know for sure. We couldn’t afford x-rays, so the diagnosis came from a manual exam.

I hate to ask for help again, because it seems like that’s all I’ve done this past year – but if it’s my pride or my cats’ health, it’s a pretty easy choice.

Here’s what I need help with:

– paying back the money I borrowed from my sister-in-law for the exam and medications

– paying any additional vet fees (x-rays, more pain meds, surgery if it comes to that)

If you’d like to donate, check out the links below. If you can’t donate but would still like to help, please reblog this post. Thanks!

–> Fundraiser page with info and updates

–> Ko-Fi page

–> Etsy (my girlfriend’s store – it’s a little sparse right now, but we do custom work too)