I moved into summerstock housing tonight and a friendly orange cat immediately greeted my kitties to the neighborhood (he actually climbed into my damn car).
But then when I stepped into my apartment building I found this:
“For too long Pol Pot and his gang have been an iconic horror show
in the west, stripped of the reasons why. And this extraordinary film, it has
to be said, adds little to the why. When Pol Pot died in his bed a few years
ago, I was asked by a features editor to write about him. I said I would, but
that the role of “civilized” governments in bringing him to power, sustaining
his movement and rejuvenating it was a critical component. He wasn’t interested.
The genocide in Cambodia did not begin on April 17 1975, “Year
Zero.” It began more than five years earlier when American bombers killed
an estimated 600,000 Cambodians. Phosphorous and cluster bombs, napalm and dump
bombs that left vast craters were dropped on a neutral country of peasant people
and straw huts. In one six-month period in 1973, more tons of American bombs
were dropped on Cambodia than were dropped on Japan during the second world
war: the equivalent of five Hiroshimas.
The regime of Richard Nixon and Henry
Kissinger did this, secretly and illegally. Unclassified CIA files leave little doubt that the bombing was
the catalyst for Pol Pot’s fanatics, who, before the inferno, had only minority
support. Now, a stricken people rallied to them. In Panh’s film, a torturer
refers to the bombing as his reason for joining “the maquis”: the Khmer Rouge.
What Nixon and Kissinger began, Pol Pot completed. And having been driven out
by the Vietnamese, who came from the wrong side of the cold war, the Khmer Rouge
were restored in Thailand by the Reagan administration, assisted by the Thatcher
government, who invented a “coalition” to provide the cover for America’s continuing
war against Vietnam. “
•"hey, y’see the red thing at the top of the shelf, will you get it?“ “Sorry, what?” “On the sh-” “oh yeah sure, I’ll get it.”
•*doesn’t hear teacher because someone’s pen is making a scratchy sound at the back of the room*
•*replays video 10 ten times to figure out what they’re saying*
•teachers asking, “why do you always stop writing in the middle of a sentence, just write down whatever I’m saying,” followed by the response, “I’m just processing it,” rebuked by, “we’ll stop processing it and just write.”
•*gets really focused on staring out the window and goes through four songs without hearing a single on*
someone is whispering to their friends in the library, you don’t even know who this person is but you know their major, what state they grew up in, and their hobbies during high school. you just wanted to find a quiet spot to do your chemistry homework.
wanting to chime in on other people’s conversations all the time, but don’t, because you’re not suppose to be “listening” to them.
being the only person in the house that can hear that awful buzzing sound certain electronics make
hiding in your room because everything is too loud.
motorcycles were invented by satan
being told that you have dog-like hearing by friends and family
being yelled at for “not listening” by friends and family.
God. God. God. God.
This entire post is so fucking relatable it hurts
“You just need to learn to tune it out.”
Forgetting how to think because ambient noise is drowning out your internal monologue.
“No, I don’t need the volume up, I’d just really like to put on subtitles. No, I don’t need to move closer, I just…”
Leaving the room whenever someone starts talking on the phone.
Pausing your video whenever someone starts talking but trying really really hard not to seem passive aggressive about it.
Struggling to explain why this one sound is the most horrible thing in the world while other very similar sounds are fine.
you’re trying to listen to what some very important person is trying to say, but you can only focus on the conversations of the ppl around you
sitting in a restaurant and thinking the people sitting next to you are being SO loud because you can hear everything they’re saying, but when you mention it you get weird looks so obviously you’re just overreacting.
not being able to handle the little keyboard sounds as your mom types a text from across the room, but when you ask your mom (who is a quadruple texter) to put her phone on silent you get a murderous look, like you’ve asked her to kill her cat.
turning on ambient noises and trying to relax, only to end up turning it off because it’s not actually helping you fall asleep.
“the speakers are making this high pitched noise”
“what the hell are you talking about?”
“THE SPEAKERS ARE PRACTICALLY SCREAMING HOW DO YOU NOT HEAR THAT??”
“Just ignore it, and focus on the show.”
Holy cow, i thought this was just me? Other people have problems like this too?
@permanentlyhighonlife it’s extremely common with autism and ADHD among other things, often part of a broader sensory processing disorder (SPD) category.
I… I just thought this was my ADHD or that everyone could hear the really weird buzzing sounds…. What the actual fuck?
Does ringing in your ears all the time happen to? Like when the power’s out I nearly die because there’s literally no noise (I have fish tanks so it helps keep my brain from going nuts) and my ears start ringing so badly I have to put on headphones and listen to music or a cd or something or I’ll get a headache.
The high-pitched buzzing from electronics is at the upper end of what we as humans can hear and you are more likely to hear it when younger – your hearing is more sensitive. But as adults our audible range contracts and often we eventually can’t hear it anymore.
I lay in bed and I hear my sister crying in the bathroom and it breaks my heart. I failed to help her. She has no money to pay for bills, she has no money to take her son to the dentist or buy him new shoes. She sleep on the floor in my bedroom for five months now because she just doesn’t have any place to go. She told me today that she keep thinking about killing herself.
I saw signal boosts where people asked for money because they wanted to go to Disneyland or they wanted to visit their friend in another state. And they got tons of donations. I’m not saying that you can’t raise money for less serious things. But I see my sister who has nothing at all right now and wonder why everyone ignore my asks for help. No one owns me money of course. That’s not what I’m saying. It just would be nice if some nice person or two send a few dollars. You would make a single mother and her son happy.
So please please if you can spare something, send via paypal: monicakil@mail.com
If you want to know more about the situation click here
AND PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST, SPREAD IT SO MORE PEOPLE WOULD SEE IT. WE NEED AT LEAST $500.
THANK YOU
UPDATE ON FRIDAY JUNE 08: WE STILL NEED THOSE $500. PLEASE PLEASE IF EVERYBODY COULD JUST DONATE A DOLLAR WE WOULD MEAT OUR GOAL. OR IF YOU REALLY CAN’T (AND I TOTALLY FEEL YOU) AT LEAST REBLOG IT.
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