Yeah, and I think this includes talking to yourself. O.o
Yes, or at least it should.
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Yeah, and I think this includes talking to yourself. O.o
Yes, or at least it should.
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that is fucking awesome.
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[Anon: Even if we were to exclude the race bias in the justice system which leads to arresting/convicting PoC at a higher rate than caucasians, you still have to face the fact that such a large number of PoC are arrested because they make up such a large percentage of people living in poverty in the U.S. which brings us back to the United States’ History of systemically oppressing and disadvantaging non-white people. No group is inherently more prone to crime. It’s all circumstances, man.]
Discworld stamps
by ~yenefer
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“What kind of human creates his own policeman?”
“One who fears the dark.”
“And so he should,” said the entity, with satisfaction.
“Indeed. But I think you misunderstand. I am not here to keep the darkness out. I am here to keep it in.” There was a clink of metal as the shadowy watchman lifted a dark lantern and opened its little door. Orange light cut through the blackness. “Call me… the Guarding Dark. Imagine how strong I must be.”Thud! by Terry Pratchett
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This memorial day, before you jump on the facebook bandwagon and start liking photos like these, or commenting with indignant rage about the people who obviously don’t care about the troops, ask yourself how on earth it came to be that all the prettiest wives of soldiers put on their cutest, most feminine outfits then arranged themselves so artfully on their late husbands’ graves so as to look the absolute weepiest for the professional photographer they didn’t notice behind them. Ask yourself why the injured war veterans got dressed up in their fatigues, rolled their wheelchairs out to the graves of their injured buddies to place flowers and weep on a day no one else was there except one lonely professional photographer they didn’t notice. Then ask yourself whether you’re yet sick and fucking tired of being given drippy propaganda, glorifying the meaningless deaths of mostly lower-class enlisted people who joined up because they were promised college money and, should they fail to live, pictures like this at their graves forever, and accomplished mainly the killing of hundreds of thousands of brown people and the acquisition of lifelong post traumatic stress disorder when they were lucky enough to come home.
Happy Memorial Day.
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