I said to the human, “Look, human, you belong to me.” Then I demonstrated by putting my paw on her. Sometimes, humans need to be reminded of their properly submissive roles in cat/human relationships. If you let the humans start to feel like they’re in charge, what’s next? Not changing the littler box? Altering the food schedule? The human not petting me when I sit on her chest and wave my tail in her face? No. Unacceptable. Humans must be made to understand their place. The female human is lucky that I only put my paw on her arm. I could have put my paw on her arm and stuck my claws out. I am a great cat, though. I know that authority must be tempered with mercy. With great power comes great responsibility, you know. Or you don’t know. I totally just made that up. I’m awesome like that.
this isn’t funny.
I don’t understand why people do this crap. It’s a freaking game. They’re just really excited to play it. And not to mention they’ll be done with it in a few days. If someone did this to me and one of my games, I would give serious thought as to how they viewed me, my hobbies and my personality in general.
sorry, off on a tangent.
I’ve been in a relationship with a giant gamer since I was a teenager. I have referred to myself, jokingly, as a Mass Effect widow, for instance. I would never break one of his games. Being violent toward someone else’s possessions is a totally immature and disrespectful way to handle feeling like you’re being ignored. Anyone who gleefully breaks someone else’s shit is crazy. My dad threw away our Nintendo one time, because my mom was playing Mario 3 too much and didn’t cook his dinner. My dad is a crazy alcoholic who likes to hit women, children, and dogs. That’s the kind of company a person who does something like this is keeping. Congratulations on that, if you’re this kind of person.
"Everything I love is on the table. Everything I love is out to sea."
— “Don’t Swallow the Cap” - The National
"I used to dream
of the waters sweeping over my head
and now I remember the way blood looked
circling the drain, fainter and fainter
pink and then gone, lost forever.
I wonder how it would have felt,
to never know the deeper pools,
to never be dragged down into the darkness
that lies beneath the surface,
the unending roiling of the sea inside.
I bite my tongue, turn the saliva red,
so that even my mouth is full of dark water,
and I keep the words to myself,
trapped behind the blades of my teeth,
locked in the viscous fluid behind my eyes.”
— “The Sea Inside” - Written by myself, May 2011
IT’S OFFICIAL! WHO WANTS SECONDS?
I do! I do!
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.Sylvia Plath (via lovinloveout)
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
If they want more stuff from the government tell them to go vote for the other guy- more free stuff
Alright, I’m going to jump on this thing here. In fact, today, I might jump on a couple of things. I’m feeling a little more like I can have a coherent thought. It hasn’t been a good week for the little performing monkeys that live in my head and do my thinking for me.
First of all, there is no such thing as free stuff from the government. Government services are funded by taxes. Almost everyone pays taxes. Some people are poor enough to not have to pay taxes. I don’t know any of those people. I really doubt that Mitt Romney knows any of these people, either. Even when I was working a minimum wage job, I paid income tax on the city, county, state, and federal level. I still pay these, at a higher rate, now that I don’t make minimum wage. I also pay into Social Security and Medicare, services I can’t expect to benefit from at least another forty years. I’ve been paying into those since I was sixteen. Last, but not least, I pay state tax in the form of a seven percent sales tax, as does anyone else who lives in this state. For every dollar I spend, the state gets seven cents, so that they can do important things like try to defund Planned Parenthood. The point of this entire paragraph is that anyone who has a job and buys things is paying taxes on the city, county, state, and federal level. Unless you have no job and only buy things illegally, if you get things from the government, those things are not free. You helped pay for them.
So this is what Mitt Romney is saying to a conference of African-Americans who are more than likely pretty intelligent, as they’re obviously politically active, and who probably have jobs, because, you know, most people do, in some capacity or another. These are people who pay into the system, who know that they pay into the system, and someone is trying to tell them that they don’t pay and they want something for nothing, based on no other evidence than his obvious preconceived notion that “black people want government handouts.” What a dick.
Matters of race, which Romney fails at, spectacularly, aside, I’m going to say the same thing I said to my sister when she posted the welfare/drug testing meme on facebook. Nobody lives a life of luxury on welfare. We were on welfare when we were kids. It kept us in food and toilet paper, and little else. Sometimes, not even that. I’m not even going to go into all the humiliating deprivations I endured as a child, because this post is not about that. The fact of the matter is, government assistance to very poor people is usually of the “just enough to not be homeless and starve” variety. The myth of people sitting around, waiting for their checks, cackling, thinking about what they want to buy, that’s exactly that, a myth. So, this idea of our government failing financially because of all the entitlement programs we have for people who want the government to give them all kinds of free stuff, it’s a boogeyman that they sell to uninformed voters. And, since a lot of those uninformed voters tend to be unenlightened about matters of race or class, as well, making the boogeyman black is just a bonus.
But to go to those same black people and vilify them to their faces? That’s not just the trademark Romney tone-deaf smugness. That’s Romney generating soundbites to take back to the other side. “I braved the NAACP, told them the truth, and they booed me, because they couldn’t take it.” Racist conservatives will eat it up, and use it as fuel for the fire of their reverse racism fantasies. This isn’t speculation. This is already happening in the internet commentary on the event.
The fact of the matter is that whatever your position is on getting money back from the government after you pay it in, and considering how few elderly people send back their Social Security checks, I’m going to assume that most people keep money they get from the government, it’s not that money that’s the problem. Why are we, as a society, more comfortable with our government spending far, far, far more money to kill people in other countries than it does to help people in this one? Why do we keep letting politicians tell us that people who have next to nothing are the problem, but all the people making obscene amounts of money in the military industrial complex are fine? That all the ways the insanely wealthy go out of their way to avoid paying taxes is fine, but people who pay taxes and might occasionally need something from the government in return are moochers? It’s propaganda from the winning class. Mitt Romney is part of the winning class, and he thinks everyone who doesn’t have as much money as he does is a contemptible loser. Why would someone like that make a good president?
He wouldn’t. But he’s not Obama, and so many people hate him so much that they’re willing to accept almost any alternative. It’s really freaking sad.
You won’t see Hillary Clinton in the same light ever again. Read Meryl Streep’s introduction of Hillary Clinton during the recent 2012 Women in the World conference:
Two years ago when Tina Brown and Diane von Furstenberg first envisioned this conference, they asked me to do a play, a reading, called – the name of the play was called Seven. It was taken from transcripts, real testimony from real women activists around the world. I was the Irish one, and I had no idea that the real women would be sitting in the audience while we portrayed them. So I was doing a pretty ghastly Belfast accent. I was just – I was imitating my friend Liam Neeson, really, and I sounded like a fellow. (Laughter). It was really bad.
So I was so mortified when Tina, at the end of the play, invited the real women to come up on stage and I found myself standing next to the great Inez McCormack. (Applause.) And I felt slight next to her, because I’m an actress and she is the real deal. She has put her life on the line. Six of those seven women were with us in the theater that night. The seventh, Mukhtaran Bibi, couldn’t come because she couldn’t get out of Pakistan. You probably remember who she is. She’s the young woman who went to court because she was gang-raped by men in her village as punishment for a perceived slight to their honor by her little brother. All but one of the 14 men accused were acquitted, but Mukhtaran won the small settlement. She won $8,200, which she then used to start schools in her village. More money poured in from international donations when the men were set free. And as a result of her trial, the then president of Pakistan, General Musharraf, went on TV and said, “If you want to be a millionaire, just get yourself raped.”
But that night in the theater two years ago, the other six brave women came up on the stage. Anabella De Leon of Guatemala pointed to Hillary Clinton, who was sitting right in the front row, and said, “I met her and my life changed.” And all weekend long, women from all over the world said the same thing:
“I’m alive because she came to my village, put her arm around me, and had a photograph taken together.”
“I’m alive because she went on our local TV and talked about my work, and now they’re afraid to kill me.”
“I’m alive because she came to my country and she talked to our leaders, because I heard her speak, because I read about her.”
“I’m here today because of that, because of those stores.”
I didn’t know about this. I never knew any of it. And I think everybody should know. This hidden history Hillary has, the story of her parallel agenda, the shadow diplomacy unheralded, uncelebrated — careful, constant work on behalf of women and girls that she has always conducted alongside everything else a First Lady, a Senator, and now Secretary of State is obliged to do.
And it deserves to be amplified. This willingness to take it, to lead a revolution – and revelation, beginning in Beijing in 1995, when she first raised her voice to say the words you’ve heard many times throughout this conference: “Women’s Rights Are Human Rights.”
When Hillary Clinton stood up in Beijing to speak that truth, her hosts were not the only ones who didn’t necessarily want to hear it. Some of her husband’s advisors also were nervous about the speech, fearful of upsetting relations with China. But she faced down the opposition at home and abroad, and her words continue to hearten women around the world and have reverberated down the decades.
She’s just been busy working, doing it, making those words “Women’s Rights are Human Rights” into something every leader in every country now knows is a linchpin of American policy. It’s just so much more than a rhetorical triumph. We’re talking about what happened in the real world, the institutional change that was a result of that stand she took.
Now we know that the higher the education and the involvement of women in a culture and economy, the more secure the nation. It’s a metric we use throughout our foreign policy, and in fact, it’s at the core of our development policy. It is a big, important shift in thinking. Horrifying practices like female genital cutting were not at the top of the agenda because they were part of the culture and we didn’t want to be accused of imposing our own cultural values.
But what Hillary Clinton has said over and over again is, “A crime is a crime, and criminal behavior cannot be tolerated.” Everywhere she goes, she meets with the head of state and she meets with the women leaders of grassroots organizations in each country. This goes automatically on her schedule. As you’ve seen, when she went to Burma – our first government trip there in 40 years. She met with its dictator and then she met with Aung San Suu Kyi, the woman he kept under detention for 15 years, the leader of Burma’s pro-democracy movement.
This isn’t just symbolism. It’s how you change the world. These are the words of Dr. Gao Yaojie of China: “I will never forget our first meeting. She said I reminded her of her mother. And she noticed my small bound feet. I didn’t need to explain too much, and she understood completely. I could tell how much she wanted to understand what I, an 80-something year old lady, went through in China – the Cultural Revolution, uncovering the largest tainted blood scandal in China, house arrest, forced family separation. I talked about it like nothing and I joked about it, but she understood me as a person, a mother, a doctor. She knew what I really went through.”
When Vera Stremkovskaya, a lawyer and human rights activist from Belarus met Hillary Clinton a few years ago, they took a photograph together. And she said to one of the Secretary’s colleagues, “I want that picture.” And the colleague said, “I will get you that picture as soon as possible.” And Stremkovskaya said, “I need that picture.” And the colleague said, “I promise you.” And Stremkovskaya said, “You don’t understand. That picture will be my bullet-proof vest.”
Never give up. Never, never, never, never, never give up. That is what Hillary Clinton embodies.
Hillary Clinton also has to put with 1000 times more vitriol, sexual abuse, attempts to diminish and degrade, harassment and complete dehumanisation than ANYONE in the history of politics. And she still gets up every day and proves why she should be there.
This brought a tear to my eye. I’m not even going to lie.
Kai Kronfeld, Profile in Red, 2007.
We had an Irish Setter when I was a kid. He was a beautiful dog named Bailey. My dad shot him in the head and left the blood all over the drunk of the car so we would see it when we got home from school.
Three cheers for childhood memories.