Actively telling people that their hope is worthless and weâre all fucked so why even bother, is actively harmful and further enables those who are trying to do us harm. Why are you empowering those people? Why are you doing their job for them?
Look, I get it. Iâm one more symbolic goosestep away from having a complete mental breakdown. I honestly just want to lay down and cry and let the darkness take me at this point. But I canât. I fucking canât because I have a duty and a responsibility as a human being to burn as hard and bright as I possibly can in the hopes that it does matter and that it will matter and that sometime soon, things will get better. If not for me, then for the generations to come.
No one says these things thinking it will be easy. It is not easy. Do not mistake my hope for naivety. I know it will be hard, I know it will hurt. But I have weighed the cost of apathy and it is a price too high to pay.Â
Self care, get professional help, learn to use your rage and fear as a source of power instead of a cause of stagnation. And fucking get your head in the game because itâs going to take all of us to recover from this.
The sun will still keep rising long after weâre gone as a species. That doesnât mean we shouldnât rise to meet it.
(#hope is a survival mechanism #donât let anyone take that from you #hopepunk #mental health mention)
My head is pounding from the terror That keeps blasting out of my TV… I know it’s instinct that’ll tell you that it’s better to hide and retreat But we’ve already lost if you’re afraid to be beat… And you got to refuse that urge, don’t never, never, never give up So are you ready to take on the fight, ‘cause we know the world’s so fucked up?
As a chick married to an ex-cop, I say this all the time to people close to me, but it bears repeating here: No cop is your friend after youâve been detained.
Get rear ended by a drunk at a red light? That cop will direct traffic around your vehicle, document the accident, sure. Call animal control on your piece of shit neighbor? Youâve got a pretty good chance the officer who shows up helps out in a meaningful way.
But after youâve been arrested, when a police officer says, âJust be honest with me and Iâll do the same.â or the old âHelp me and Iâll help you.â Politely ask for a lawyer. Shake your head. Ignore them. Pretend youâre Hollywood royalty being asked for a selfie. â âŚmmmm⌠Sorry, but no.â
Keep your mouth shut. Donât do their work for them. Wait for a lawyer.
I worked as a police dispatcher for a year and a half, and Iâd agree with this. My cops were generally nice people (and I say this having been on the wrong end of their sirens twice, once before and once after being hired), and they often helped in good ways⌠on the street. Not so much in the station. Generally speaking (and I know this is oversimplification and is worse in a lot of places but), it went like this:
On the street, you were considered as a person/citizen they have sworn to protect who may have made a mistake or done something wrong.
Once you were in the station, you were considered as a criminal. In the station you are the only one on your side.
Stay safe.
TV and film has you thinking that only guilty people ask for a lawyer. This is not true. The law is complex and difficult and confusing and if youâre being questioned by the police youâre not going to be in your best state of mind. A lawyer is your basic civil right and you should exercise that right. Keep silent, ask for a lawyer, take your legal advice.
Guilty people donât ask for a lawyer, smart people do.
âGuilty people donât ask for a lawyer, smart people do.â
My uncle was a cop. My uncle is the most down to earth, wouldnât hurt a fly person in the world. I donât think he even arrested a single person ever, that wasnât his job on the force.
His advice? Get a fucking lawyer. Never say a damn word. A cop knows how to twist your words around and make you even doubt yourself. They know damn well how to make you feel guilty by getting a lawyer. YOU need to know that itâs SMART to get a lawyer. Get a lawyer.
If you want to watch a show that shows people admitting to things they may not have done and the tactics involved, check out The Confession Tapes. Itâs on Netflix.
My husband is a defense attorney, and yeah, get a lawyer. There is no lawyer more expensive than not getting a lawyer in this kind of situation.
And if you donât they will interrogate you for fucking hours.
Like you saw the three hour link one of the posters added? There have been interrogation taking over eight hours, and at that point youâre willing to say anything to get the fuck out.
And whatâs worse is that most of the people in these interrogations? Mentally ill. Uneducated. Poor. They donât ask for a lawyer because they simply donât know.
Spread this like fucking wildfire. Keep someone from going through this shit.
Sea otters and giant river otters are like if someone got two artists to design a giant otter, but ended up with two very different ideas on what they should look like cause one draws hello kitty fanart and the other was a nihilist.
Accurate.
the giant river otter can grow up to five and a half feet long. just imagine that face coming at you on the body of an enormous hell dog.Â
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