“No one will be here for my child when I die”…well why is that?

lysikan:

So you’re not wrong in the words but you are wrong in every thing that matters. Only you can fix this, you’ve made very certain no one gives a shit what autistic adults say.

But that would involve decentering yourself, & you’d probably rather whine about your child’s future than actually allow them to have one.

A very strong message to “autism moms”.

“No one will be here for my child when I die”…well why is that?

Young Tory activists caught joking about ‘gassing chavs’

infernalseason:

“The revelation comes as a new Tory-supporting youth group, called Activate, was launched to try to engage young people in politics in a similar way to Momentum, the left-wing Labour campaign organisation. However, the group’s social media launch was widely ridiculed for its overuse of hashtags and memes.

Guido Fawkes (?!), which published the leaked messages, said the WhatsApp group was used as a “precursor” to the Activate group.

During the conversation, one member refers to an event as a “fine opportunity to observe the spice homo chav”.

Another immediately replies: “And gas them all.”

The first activist then jokes that he or she is “gonna run some medical experiments on them” before the second adds: “We could use them as substitutes for animals when testing.”

As the conversation continues, the pair make a string of further offensive comments about poor people.

The first suggests “experiments” could be conducted “to see why they are so good at producing despite living rough”.

Realising the direction the chat has taken, he adds: “Okay we gotta be careful otherwise this is turning [in]to a Nazi chat.“

Undeterred, the second person continues: “Vermin often populate at high rates…But seriously, chavs are an actual problem”.

As other young Tory activists join in the troubling conversation, talk turns to “solutions” for dealing with “chavs”.

Suggestions include “chavocide”, “turn the Isle of Wight into a super prison”, “shooting peasants” and “compulsory birth control on chavs”.

Anyone who thinks that these people aren’t typical of the Tory party is really deluding themselves. 

Young Tory activists caught joking about ‘gassing chavs’

slashmarks:

jean-luc-gohard:

ianthe:

WHITE “ANARCHISTS” IN FERGUSON RIGHT NOW ARE #NOTMYCOMRADES

FUCK THIS MAKES ME SO MAD

To be honest, I’m not sure if they’re overzealous anarchists or counterintelligence. COINTELPRO never really ended.

I remember back in 2007, helios-venerari and I were in DC at an anti-war rally. There were half a million people in the main protest, but we joined up with the much smaller black bloc—about five hundred people, mostly leftists and left-anarchists. The police kept putting up barricades and forming walls of motorcycles. They kept hitting us in the shins, and they punched a (female) friend of ours in the chest when some of the kids up front were pushing through.

Eventually we made it to the Capitol steps. It was loud but peaceful (there’s video here, and you can see Spencer and I in the center of the frame starting about 1:30), but ultimately, we weren’t getting onto those steps. So we eventually backed off and regrouped.

While everyone was trying to figure out what to do, we found the friend who got punched trying to give a flower to a cop that turned out to be the chief of police in charge of keeping order that day. We chatted with the police for a little while.

After maybe twenty minutes of the various groups in the radical bloc sitting around trying to figure out what to do next, a white dude with dreads and a purple bandanna addressed the loose crowd. He started taking charge. Spencer and I and the people we were with were like, “Who is that clown?” but he got the majority of the crowd whipped up with the plan of storming a military recruitment center nearby.

As we marched through the streets, the cops kept cutting us off and Purple Bandanna would lead us running through side streets and back alleys. When we got to the recruitment center, the police formed a line between us and it. There were some chants, then someone threw a brick through the window.

The police extended their batons and aimed their pepper spray at us. The cop in the middle radioed the chief of police we’d been talking to earlier. He denied them the use of force.

I can’t say he was a good cop, but I can say he did a good thing that day. And I can say I think Purple Bandanna was intentionally leading us to a confrontation. Whether he was the Real Deal and wanted a confrontation so whatever particular cause he aligned himself with would gain the rhetorical advantage conveyed by police brutality or a plant trying to make the more radical wing of the protest look violent, he was using the crowd.

That’s why I don’t trust these random white dudes who always seem to step to the front of the crowd and try to take control in these situations, and who always incite violence, to which the police respond in kind. And like Purple Bandanna, I don’t know if this guy in Ferguson is the Real Deal or a plant, but I do know that he’s not to be trusted.

I think a lot of people in activism don’t realize the extent to which US intelligence personnel are used against activists.

katsgf:

one of my best friends is a bisexual woman who used to identify as a lesbian, and when she realized that she’s actually bisexual she was really scared about telling people because she feared backlash and rejection. but for her, the bisexual label is really important and she took the most amount of comfort in it. she initially identified as a lesbian because she couldn’t conceive of being attracted to men and women simultaneously, and she needed a way to articulate that she likes women. similarly, lesbians who have once identified as bisexual probably needed a way to state that they like women but didn’t know that it was possible for them to like women and /only/ women. we have to ensure that questioning wlw who are moving between labels and figuring out who they actually are for the first time feel safe and comfortable in doing so. 

Alaskan teen traumatised after getting death threats for killing a huge whale

karnythia:

worldohworld:

the-yaadihla-girls:

Animal rights activist keep your colonial ethics off of our children. Look at yourself and your own complicit-ness in policies that are genocidal and problematic. 

He literally fed his whole village. Alaska is known for having very high food prices and he provided for his village.
I’m proud of him.

I’m proud of him too. Also bowheads aren’t endangered. At all. Welcome to ethical sources of food.

Alaskan teen traumatised after getting death threats for killing a huge whale

letmemeetyourdog:

izzytheoddity:

a-pentaholics-paradise:

iamtonysexual:

frecklebuttcronus:

causeallidoisdance:

no-this-is-jarod:

they got mad

image

Green Day lead singer Billie Joe Armstrong wrote this about his father, who died of cancer on September 1st, 1982. At his father’s funeral, Billie cried, ran home and locked himself in his room. When his mother got home and knocked on the door to Billie’s room, Billie simply said, “Wake me up when September ends.”

So I’d be angry too if people kept this shit up every single year.

i am going to reblog this until i die

…oh

Seriously its just not funny and I wish people would stop

I reblog this every fucking year. Leave them alone.

lysikan:

jenroses:

friendlydad:

have you ever just assumed that a word was pronounced a certain way and you end up pronouncing it incorrectly throughout your entire life and then one day someone corrects you and its like you can almost hear satan laughing as the flames of hell begin to seep up from underground and slowly burn you to death

Ginats and orges, reading aloud to my parents. 

I spent most of my time reading and not talking to people as a kid, so my vocabulary was huge and much of it incorrectly pronounced. 

I had a boyfriend once who pronounced “palatable” as pa-LATE-uh-bull instead of “PAL atabul” and it threw me for a loop every time.

Then again, I had to tell my five year old, “You know, we all know what you mean when you say ‘Loodles’, but some day you’re going to go out into the world and no one will know what you want.”

He blinked at me, and then whispered, “noodles.”

is “puh-LAT-uh-bull” with the a sounding as it does in “cat”. 🙂