This is one of those true, declassified government things that always sounds made up but one of the things Henry Kissinger did with his career was use the CIA to help turn small, prosperous socialist nations into fascist dictatorships just to keep those nations powerless and possibly to keep socialist systems *looking* doomed and futile to the American public, like maybe just to scare Americans out of demanding better infrastructure or universal income. Yes it sounds like an insane conspiracy theory a maniac would invent. It also happened multiple times and several generations of people around the world are still living in misery because of it.

Remember folks, the two types of conspiracy theory are "Things the CIA or FBI has admitted to doing" and "Antisemitism"

Final after hours

Ft everyone

Told my cat he’s going to jail because I’m going to turn him in and they’re going to lock him up for good and he just came over and nuzzled me and purred. No respect.

@importantdogimages

if this gets 100,000 notes then i, the worlds greatest space agency will personally shoot donald trump into the sun

200,000 notes to also shoot the republican party leaders who don’t want to fund science into the sun

i am asking once again to help me get donald trump to the sun

It also takes art to restore old paintings that look like scabs...

made by mochimonki on tiktok but i can’t stop thinking about it

In case you were wondering how it's going, JK Rowling has reached the "acephobic" stop of the radicalization pipeline

to the great surprise of absolutely no one

(and she's so much worse in the comments, fucking hell)

I'm grateful to everyone quote-tweeting her and pointing out all the ways asexuals are, indeed, marginalized and oppressed. As Thomas pointed out, they're lesser-known issues. But as an ace person, I'm more concerned with the way she completely invalidates our identity

This isn't a case of "you aren't oppressed because everyone already accepts your identity" (which we see a lot online), or the usual exclusionism. She's saying we don't have an identity to oppress. This is why she doesn't see posting hate against asexual people on international asexuality day as oppression (or, you know. wrong). The thousands of bigoted comments under her post aren't proof that people do, actually, discriminate against aces: she agrees with them, and is there riling them up.

As someone also pointed out, mocking people for not wanting sex isn't very I'm-only-protecting-women of her

I've been reporting terfs and the like on Pinterest (where they, sometimes, actually do something about it) and ace/arophobia is never far. It just got more obvious

Pam Bondi directing prosecutors to seek the death penalty for Luigi Mangione for allegedly killing one CEO when school shooters get proven guilty and still manage to get off with lighter sentences should rattle you.

Luigi Mangione has been stripped of all of his legal and human rights since day one. Luigi Mangione has not been proven guilty of a single crime up until now because Luigi Mangione has not had a trial yet.

If there's a time when you need to speak up for what's right, it is now.

Don't make them make an example out of this young man and take his life. Your America has never been safe anyway, and it definitely isn't going to be if they keep getting away with their bullshit.

Stand by Luigi. Support Luigi. Seek justice for Luigi.

Hooters is just an extremely American take on a maid cafe if you think about it

your not wrong but you shouldnt say it

This is incorrect. Hooters was founded in 1983, and the first permanent maid cafe, Cure Maid Cafe, was established in 2001. Maid cafe’s are an extremely Japanese take on Hooters.

feeling down? having a bit of a bad day? need something to cheer you up? then may i present to you:

1st century AD pig shaped bronze and lead weight on a rectangular base

do you perhaps have some personal experience with this

Squirts my T gel directly into this persons eyes, blinding them due to its high alcohol content

Btw u literally wait like one minute for it to dry and then cover it with clothing and go about your day, which is why it says in the instructions to only apply it to places that will be covered by clothing, usually the upper arms or stomach. But yeah I’m out here doing the worm in my underwear on the subway seats, lock up your daughters

In the first poetry workshop I ever took my professor said we could write about anything we wanted except for two things: our grandparents and our dogs. She said she had never read a good poem about a dog. I could only remember ever reading one poem about a dog before that point—a poem by Pablo Neruda, from which I only remembered the lines “We walked together on the shores of the sea/ In the lonely winter of Isla Negra.” Four years later I wrote a poem about how when I was a little girl I secretly baptized my dog in the bathtub because I was afraid she wouldn’t get into heaven. “Is this a good poem?” I wondered. The second poetry workshop, our professor made us put a bird in each one of our poems. I thought this was unbelievably stupid. This professor also hated when we wrote about hearts, she said no poet had ever written a good poem in which they mentioned a heart. I started collecting poems about hearts, first to spite her, but then because it became a habit I couldn’t break. The workshop after that, our professor would tell us the same story over and over about how his son had died during a blizzard. He would cry in front of us. He never told us we couldn’t write about anything, but I wrote a lot of poems about snow. At the end of the year he called me into his office and said, “looking at you, one wouldn’t think you’d be a very good writer” and I could feel all the pity inside of me curdling like milk. The fourth poetry workshop I ever took my professor made it clear that poets should not try to engage with popular culture. I noticed that the only poets he assigned were men. I wrote a poem about that scene in Grease 2 where a boy takes his girlfriend to a fallout shelter and tries to get her to have sex with him by tricking her into believing that nuclear war had begun. It was the first poem I ever published. The fifth poetry workshop I ever took our professor railed against the word blood. She thought that no poem should ever have the word “blood” in it, they were bloody enough already. She returned a draft of my poem with the word blood crossed out so hard the paper had torn. When I started teaching poetry workshops I promised myself I would never give my students any rules about what could or couldn’t be in their poems. They all wrote about basketball. I used to tally these poems when I’d go through the stack I had collected at the end of each class. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 poems about basketball. This was Indiana. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. I told the class, “for the next assignment no one can write about basketball, please for the love of god choose another topic. Challenge yourselves.” Next time I collected their poems there was one student who had turned in another poem about basketball. I don’t know if he had been absent on the day I told them to choose another topic or if he had just done it to spite me. It’s the only student poem I can still really remember. At the time I wrote down the last lines of that poem in a notebook. “He threw the basketball and it came towards me like the sun”

me self reblogging my posts just in case the specific mutual currently online that I think would like it hasn’t already seen it

RUN AMOK

study of J.C Leyendecker’s “DOWNED”

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