Boozhoo (hello), my name is Ken, I am a disabled Ojibwe artist from northern Wisconsin. I am writing this post because I am having a hard time making ends meet and any donations I could possibly receive at this time would be greatly appreciated. Recent events have left my bank account depleted and my cupboards bare, I have some food but it will not last and I still do not know how I will cover all the utility bills.
I do have PayPal, that is really the best way to donate at this time, the email I use for that is: baapimakwa@gmail.com, or you can click here.
Miigwech (thank you) everyone. Working hard to at least get caught up and still coming up short, every little bit helps.
Oh and remember when the hipsters all got really into “bone broth”?
It’s fucking stock, people have been doing it for millenia to get more nutrients and save money, you just get cheap soup bones from the store or save the bones from other meats you cook and stick them in the freezer until you make a pot of soup, add some lemon juice/vinegar (acid helps more nutrients leech it into the broth), simmer for a while, save money (if you can simmer it for over a day, great, but you’ll be fine if you can’t).
But there are honest to god “bone broth bars” selling overpriced bone broth made with bones from organic sustainable grass-fed rainbow-shitting livestock, because apparently living on a trust fund makes you lose your goddamn mind
there’s a place in new york that sells a pint of bone broth for $22 stock is made out of kitchen scraps and is, essentially, free
God, rich people are the fucking worst
what really pisses me off about a lot of these trends is that they’ll take shit working-class people and immigrants have been doing for years, that these trust fund babies used to look down on as being tasteless/tacky/low-class before they got into it, and essentially act like they’ve made some amazing discovery, ignoring the fact that they took ideas from the poor people they previously demonised.
What you need to understand is that the n-word and words like fa**ot and tr*nny and k*ke and sp*c and other slurs are not “just words;” they are implied threats, whether the speaker intends them that way or not.
Not everyone who has been called a slur in America has been physically assaulted, but every person who has been assaulted on the basis of race, ethnicity, or religion has had slurs hurled at them as part of the attack–in part because the use of slurs to
dehumanize the “other” is one way violent bigots work themselves up to
attack. And every time one of those violent bigots hears someone else use one of those terms, they feel just a little more justified, because they hear someone agreeing with them that “those people” are less than human.
Those dehumanizing slurs are the last thing many people hear before
being physically attacked. And in some cases those slurs are the last thing they ever hear, period.
All of this.
Also – a couple more slurs that are often aimed at disabled people (another marginalized group):
r*tard and sp*az.
And the slurs don’t have to escalate to physical attacks to do real harm, either. All they have to do is control the targeted person’s behavior: keep them at home, or keep them quiet.
And as Pavlov learned with his dogs, a triggering stimulus is more effective when the following consequence only happens some of the time than if it happens all the time. So: “Not everyone who says a slur follows through with a beating.” is no defense.
Such people are handing out stones to the people who throw them. They’re making the arena, and selling the tickets.
Doesn’t matter if they never skin their own knuckles in the fight.
This design was a real test of how well I can paint using a mouse when my graphics tablet decided to give up the ghost halfway through! The answer? Well, I think the results speak for themselves. This one took a little longer than most of my designs usually do; it’s another of my foxes, and perhaps she was feeling a little shy.
I’d just finished painting the dancing fox and had barely gotten started on shading the knotwork when my graphics tablet just quit on me, so I had to complete the painting using my mouse. It could have been worse – at least I didn’t have to resort to using my laptop trackpad!
This design was inspired by the idea of the Hunter’s Moon (the full moon following September’s Harvest Moon), and it’s available now in my Redbubble and Spreadshirt stores now – just in time for the chillier Autumn weather!
Sponsor me on Patreon from as little as $1 a month – or why not buy me a coffee? I’m going to need a lot of coffee to keep me fueled through the cold weather – and you’ll be helping me buy a new graphics tablet too, so I can keep painting!
My graphics tablet has died! Buy a t-shirt and you can help me buy a replacement and you’ll have a cool new shirt to keep you warm now the weather’s getting colder! Or buy me a coffee which will help keep me fueled and going whilst I toil over my mouse….
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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