when Trump said he’d create jobs, i didn’t realize the plan was to escalate rhetoric and advocate violence against the media in order to create work for bomb squads, but hey, it’s working.
as of this writing, i think we’re up to eight confirmed bombs sent to people that are Democrats, or media that are insufficiently friendly to Trump, so far today (or possibly some were yesterday?).
just for reference: this is not normal.
suggest that, if you don’t think it should be normal, you consider the possibility that the rhetorical environment in which it seems normal is probably the problem, and that the thing where the Republican party as a whole cannot be seen to say anything negative about Trump openly claiming to be a nationalist and praising people for killing dissidents and censoring their media is probably the primary root of that problem right now.
options include (1) cause the Republican party to stop doing that, (2) cause them not to be in a position of power.
suggestion: vote.
While not meaning to normalize it, but didn’t the white house and some republicans just receive ricin letters last month? I find it a bit strange that that kind of just slid under the radar without this discussion of either side normalizing this behaviour before or whatever, but then presumably a mirror version happens and this discussion is now at the forefront. I mean, are we just going to apply anything negative we want about whatever group we want to blame and say that it normalizes ricin letters now? How about any religion? I just don’t see the correlation here being justified and just trying to equate one bad thing as being the fault of a thing you want to be thought of as bad by others.
Uh… This line of discourse is sort of complete bullshit.
What normalizes violence is actively advocating for it and cheering it on and treating it as normal.
And since before the 2016 election, we’ve had people talking about getting death threats from Trump supporters, and Trump talking about how he could just shoot someone and his supporters wouldn’t care (true enough), and violence at Trump rallies, and Trump praising the fucking dictator of North Korea, specifically his “relationship with his people”, and Trump supporting the Saudis and accepting their claim that probably the journalist was dismembered before he even got to their consulate.
That is normalizing violence as a response to political disagreement.
It has nothing to do with “religion”. It has nothing to do with any of the other negative things you might believe about Trump’s coterie. There are people out there who are racist assholes and think that putting little kids in detention camps is great, who still absolutely oppose the normalization of violence. And they are not at fault in the thing where it seems normal that we’ve had more attempted political assassinations in the US this year than we had during probably any previous decade of my life.
I don’t see how you can look at someone specifically praising violence and repression, and calling out “the media” as the Enemy of the American People, and then say “I don’t see how that’s correlated to package bombs being sent to the media”.
Also they didn’t receive ricin, exactly. ( @omegaspreem for information, no judgment intended, there was definitely some confusing news put out at first and not everyone probably got as much of the follow-up details as I did thanks to the incident qualifying as “local news” in my area). The guy sent ground castor beans, which… ricin is extracted from, yes, but he did not send extracted ricin. Castor beans are still poisonous… but pretty darn safe unless you EAT them. You’d have to be pretty stupid to just… eat the powdery stuff some rando mailed you without knowing what it is (granted, Trump might actually be that stupid, but in general this was really poorly planned if it was actually meant to hurt anyone). This was not a well-thought-out assassination or even intimidation attempt, this was some loser who either lacked the intention to do real harm, or the knowledge to be able to pull it off (or both). Considering that he also listed his actual home address for a return address on the letters… either he’s a total moron, he’s delusional, or he was after 15 minutes of fame (and maybe, just maybe, deliberately trying to make liberals look bad?). I heard, but haven’t been able to confirm, that he also claimed to have sent similar letters to the Queen and to Putin (this bit might just be local rumor, I’m mentioning it because I’ve heard it a few times, but no official news outlets seem to be confirming it so I would suggest taking that bit with a few grains of salt). Also, he has a past history of making threats including against Obama, and has done prison time for child abuse and assault.
Anyway, I’m guessing that the big reason that story died down real quick outside of Utah was that it… wasn’t actually ricin, just ground-up castor beans (which tested positive for ricin, since they do contain it, but aren’t nearly as dangerous as the extracted form). There wasn’t actually any real danger unless someone had decided to eat the contents of the letters, and even then they’d have a shot at surviving depending on how much they ate. But of course “Letters Sent To White House Test Positive For Ricin” is a much more attention-grabbing headline than “Actually Those Letters Just Contained Ground-Up Castor Beans And No One Was Hurt Or Even In Serious Danger”.
I have a habit of waking up my boyfriend with news alerts but I think this morning I’ll let him sleep just a little bit longer before mentioning we’re officially back in the Cold War
i’m crylaughing thinking about certain relatives who let a deliberate smear campaign convince them that clinton was the one likely to start a nuclear war
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Hashimoto ish after the cut
So after the drs called me and told me what was up they sent the pharmacy my prescription for Levothyroxine. 25mcg. Tiny little things. I didn’t take it the first day; 10/23; because it’s a morning pill, taken on an empty stomach, so yesterday was day one.
Day 1: Dizzy, uncomfortable, weird and “off” feeling all day. Grouchy, kinda irritable, and generally not feeling very well. Also weird dreams. Subsisting on romaine salad with watered-down lite ranch; cuz dairy is the devil but it’s better than straight vinegar + oil. Woke up at around 10p from a long-ass nap, and had a mini-turkey sandwich; like 1/3rd sub roll size; and some leftover spaghetti that I immediately regretted.
Day 2: Uncomfortable stomach, no appetite at all, reacting to lactose-free breakfast shake as though it were full-fat dairy. Sensitive to temperature changes, very uncomfortable and over-heated even though the house is at 74F. Having to force myself to eat because hey, 180cal nutritional shake is NOT enough for a whole day, but dear god I don’t wanna eat. MADE myself eat a chicken-broccoli noodle thing, hated every minute of it… body is already mad at me for eating.
Where in the Great Blazing Blue Hells did anyone get the idea that AO3 makes a profit?
AO3 does not make a profit
AO3 is a charity/non-profit, IT CANNOT MAKE A PROFIT
AO3 is a legally registered non-profit, it is legally restrained from profiting, it has to BY LAW make it’s books publically available
AO3 is not a bunch of fandom olds cackling their way to the bank
AO3 is a bunch of fandom olds cackling as they code, wrangle, and otherwise administrate a huge fucking website full of free fic so we all can benefit from FREE FUCKING FIC
*stomps out of the room in a huff*
*stomps back into the room*
AND ANOTHER THING
AO3 DOES NOT PREVENT YOU FROM PROFITING OFF FANFIC
THE FUCKING LAW PREVENTS YOU FROM PROFITING OFF FANFIC
seriously, the law is very grey in this area, if you’re making money off your fic, be very careful
yeah if you want to play/fuck/etc with someone, and they have a partner... it’s YOUR job to make sure they’re cool with it. DADT is one thing, but ASSUMING that’s the case is a bullshit move.
I’m a person, we’re in a relationship, and you need to respect that before you go eye-fucking the men in my life kthnx.
It’s not “asking permission” or “forcing our dynamic” onto others. No, I don’t “own” them. But if you can’t respect that they are taken, and at least verify that the guy in their life has the same right to disclosure and informed consent as everyone else involved…? It’s time you hit the god damned bricks, bitch.
All I’m asking for some basic respect and decency. They can mostly do what they like, they’re adults and I trust them. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be with them in the first place. But that doesn’t mean that the onus is only on them to tell me everything, it’s on you too. If you don’t at least drop me a line saying “hey, I’m X and I’d like to do this thing with your partner, thoughts and/or concerns…?”
You can go fuck yourself.
It’s Tahli’s first birthday! Happy birthday, Tahli bun!!
I am yelling I landed on a Christian article about Florence & The Machine
this is honestly probably the best review florence welch has ever received
rb if you want to bury your head into florence’s lap and earn a badge of satanic red wings
wow what kind of gay panic
It honestly took a minute for me to figure out this wasnt supposed to be a positive review
…nah if they think redheads have anything to do with the devil just by virtue of DARING to EXIST then they can get fucked~
“I come to bring Freedom, and not Peace.”
The light around Them was blinding, as it usually is. I doubt very much that I have ever seen Omnia face-to-face, save once. The distracting after-image of glazed, blind-violet eyes and salt-white hands conceals Their next words- But they are still lingering like the sound of music when the singer has stopped, my head rings with it.
They are a creature of the Grey, even more than I am. The in-between, the always-were and never-was. Humanity, in all its thousands of permutations, its never-ending change averaged into this face, this form, shifting forever beneath that ice-blue robe. White tinged blue like morning snow, dazzling forever when the light hits, with afterimages and impressions that are no more a lie than the Entity they conceal and reveal at once.
If Somnium is my Patron, They are my Parent. A concert-harmony of Light and Dark, compulsion and free will, the rise and fall of the tides led by the ever-present moon and witnessed by the sun. Attended by as many stars and planets as the sky can hold, in all its glory.
Their presence is a firestorm, super novas and rebirth shattering the veil around Their feet and I, when did I fall to my knees? When did Omnia turn “She” and “Mother” in my mind…? That neutrality traded in one moment for the understanding that this, this is as it should be. Freedom, not Peace. Love, in intricacy and not complacency made more so by indolent, insolent demand for sameness.
Omnia is all things. The Divine Parent. Loving Acceptance. Arms open wide to the universe, beckoning.
And here I am, at the feet, bathed in the glow of that acceptance, wrestling with my thoughts and the ride and fall of words that I cannot comprehend. The grey of the hearth is sharp beneath my knees, soapstone and silver falling from my hands. Distantly, I can hear the singing on the River’s edge and the many calling back and forth in song and dancing-
The dreams of the night turning brilliant and blinding if only for a few moments. And it is the mundane that cling now more than anything, now that I am awake. The taste of chocolate in my mouth and the spark of heated metal against my skin… shaking them off and picking up the thread of the Dreaming is harder than ever.
“Freedom, and not Peace. Autonomy, sovereignty, crowns on crowns, unbound and loosed, the world shaken to its foundations and rebuilt. Peace is not freedom, and it comes at the cost of will.”