Nobody cares about antisemitism, they don't need to take over our leftism. Every jew I've met or talked to has gotten mad at me for eating non-kosher around them like a vegan gets mad if you eat meat near them. Not to mention they constantly try to force their relgion on other people. Jews are whiny pissbabies and 6 million just wasn't enough. I'd sooner vote right wing than help a filthy rat jew.
have you like, ever interacted with a real human being?
why does the concept of you voting right wing seem like, surprising at all considering your strange fantasy-world perception of reality
never a day in my entire existence have I ever had a vegan get mad about someone eating meat…
and you really think we be pullin out our kosher-ray-testers to make sure your food passes the like, spiritual purity test my guy
bruh I know it’s been a minute since I’ve been on tumblr but *anons have not changed*
Imagine being j*wish and thinking you actually deserve a right to live. Holocaust was based and I'm always super thankful it happened, hope another happens soon. I'll be right there raping your whore of a mother to death niggerfag
oh my gods I forgot how much I love tumblr holy fucking shit hahahahah LIKE YOU ARE UNIRONICALLY SAYING BASED AND LEAVING ANONYMOUS TUMBLR MESSAGE DEATH WISHES WHAT THE FUCK WHO RAISED YOU HAHAHAHHA
oh. fuck holy shit I am laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes.
sir, I would literally shred you to pieces with one fucking hand tied behind my back, which would def be flipping you off the whole time. like - when I threaten someone, I don’t do it anonymously because I can actually, like. back it up,
come find me homie
I’ll even let you pick which one of my knives I fillet you with my guy
gods, it’s been how many years..? yep, it’s me - Phoenix is still alive, thriving, and has been not-locked-up in any jails of any form innn *checks calendar* 203 days!! wooh!!
hmmm. let’s think. got two kiddos. my 4-yr-old Lilli refers to her genders on her dinosaur toys as “boy, girl, and then the nothings, like Mommy! look, Mommy, it’s one of the notgirlboys like you!” which is the most accepting any human being has ever been.
I am almost done getting my own personal freelance writing business off the ground - focus is on mental health, addiction, single parenting, and all things related ~
extremely lesbian as per usual, gone thru so much therapy and self-work every freakin day of my existence thus far, have been clean for those 203 days from everything - even my addiction of working/being productive/perfectionism!!
aaaaand I’m still hot as hell. so, selfie stream, ya know, gotta see how the mohawk has been, right?!
love y'all so so so much n I’m tbh so glad that I have this box to stream-of-conscious my existence into again!!!!
Hey y’all, if you’ve ever experienced any kind of financial hardship or homelessness, would y’all mind taking my survey? I’m writing a survival skills manual and also bringing attention to the link between addiction and economic situation, and responses would be hella appreciated. It’s anonymous, too. And reblog this if you can? The more responses, the better for me.
At the end, it’ll ask if you’d like to do an interview for the book. You are in no way obligated!! But if you have a story you’d like to tell, then I would be happy to hear it and use it in the book if you feel comfortable with that.
the longer I’m parenting-aged the more I realize how disciplinary oriented parenting styles are significantly more deranged than initially assumed
me as a teen watching a parent storm across a room to scream at a child for accidentally spilling paint: hm. This is not good.
me as an adult watching another adult storm across a room to scream at a vulnerable and still developing child for accidentally spilling paint: This is my villain origin story
as a parent now, it blows my fucking mind how terrifying, abusive, and straight up ineffective that parenting is. I’ve got a 2 year old. she’s a smart little fucker. when she does something wrong, I tell her, “baby, that wasn’t okay. here’s the reason it wasn’t okay - (hurt feelings, hurt other people’s stuff, etc). I know you don’t want to (hurt feeling, hurt stuff, etc), so next time, let’s (insert appropriate behavior) and that way, we won’t hurt people accidentally.” and you know what happens?
90% of the time, that behavior stops.
when the behavior continues, it’s when she’s extremely frustrated that she’s not getting a communication across. while she’s incredibly smart, there’s going to be some lapse in understanding between the two of us, and she lashes out by doing the things that she knows creates frustration in me, almost like she’s trying to make me understand she’s frustrated just like that.
so, I sit back down on her level. “baby, I can see that you’re mad/frustrated/upset/sad. let’s work this out together. I really want to understand what is bothering you.” if it’s something that can’t be done (stay awake from nap, eat sugary things before bedtime), then we find a compromise: you want to stay awake from nap to play with toys? let’s dig out an old toy you haven’t played with in a while after your nap! we’ll do it together and have lots of fun. you want something sugary right now? that will keep us awake for too long, but here’s some *really tasty favorite fruit* for now, and tomorrow, let’s bake cookies together when you wake up.
she’s two fucking years old. and she understands that shit. and now, often times, when she climbs into bed and she still wants to play, she’ll tell me, “tomorrow can we play with these toys, Mommy?”. she already understands compromise, and her behavior is fucking phenomenal.
I totally understand that it can be frustrating to parent. sometimes it feels like you’re hitting your head against a brick wall. BUT KIDS DON’T HAVE THE FUCKING ABILITY TO TURN ON THEIR LOGIC BRAIN WHEN THEY’RE HURTING EMOTIONALLY. WE, AS ADULTS, DO. and it is our fucking RESPONSIBILITY to help them turn their logic brain back on, and help them work thru that strong emotion, instead of punishing them by letting out our anger on them.
you know what would happen if I were to yell at my kid? she’d yell back, louder, and now know that this is an acceptable way to react now, and I’d effectively have made it hypocritical to tell her not to yell at me. bam.
you want to express extreme anger at a child for not having the emotional control that you aren’t capable of even showing right now? not gonna help. at all. my kid comes to me to find compromises now. she’s amazing. and she’s not even 3 years old. if you, as a grown ass adult, are not fucking able to see your children as developing humans that need GUIDANCE, not BRUTAL, AGGRESSIVE ANGER, then you prob shouldn’t have a goddamn kid.
Today’s comic is a special one because it discusses #dyscalculia, which co-occurs frequently with #adhd. I personally live with it and it’s something I feel should be discussed more often.
americans be like ‘thank you mr. soldier for killing civilians’
it’s the general attitude by americans towards anyone subaltern
note the sudden jump around when BLM hit the mainstream news in trust for police
similarly, the response to the killing of 4 students at kent state, from rick perlstein’s nixonland:
A respected lawyer told an Akron paper, “Frankly, if I’d been faced with the same situation and had a submachine gun…there probably would have been 140 of them dead.” People expressed disappointment that the rabblerousing professors—the gurus—had escaped: “The only mistake they made was not to shoot all the students and then start in on the faculty.”
When it was established that none of the four victims were guardsmen, citizens greeted each other by flashing four fingers in the air (“The score is four / And next time more”). The Kent paper printed pages of letters for weeks, a community purgation: “Hurray! I shout for God and Country, recourse to justice under law, fifes, drums, marshal music, parades, ice cream cones—America—support it or leave it.” “Why do they allow these so-called educated punks, who apparently know only how to spell four-lettered words, to run loose on our campuses tearing down and destroying that which good men spent years building up?…Signed by one who was taught that ‘to educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society.’” “I extend appreciation and whole-hearted support of the Guard of every state for their fine efforts in protecting citizens like me and our property.” “When is the long-suffering silent majority going to rise up?”
It was the advance guard of a national mood. A Gallup poll found 58 percent blamed the Kent students for their own deaths. Only 11 percent blamed the National Guard.
A rumor spread in Kent that Jeff Miller, whose head was blown off, was such a dirty hippie that they had to keep the ambulance door open on the way to the hospital for the smell. Another rumor was that five hundred Black Panthers were on their way from elsewhere in Ohio to lead a real riot; and that Allison Krause was “the campus whore” and found with hand grenades on her.
Many recalled the State of Ohio’s original intention for the land upon which Kent State was built: a lunatic asylum. President White was flooded with letters saying it was his fault for letting Jerry Rubin speak on campus. Students started talking about the “Easy Rider syndrome,” after the Dennis Hopper and Peter Fonda movie about hippies murdered by vigilantes. Townspeople picketed memorial services. “The Kent State Four!” they chanted. “Should have studied more!”
“Anyone who appears on the streets of a city like Kent with long hair, dirty clothes, or barefooted deserves to be shot,” a Kent resident told a researcher.
“Have I your permission to quote that?”
“You sure do. It would have been better if the Guard had shot the whole lot of them that morning.”
“But you had three sons there.”
“If they didn’t do what the Guards told them, they should have been mowed down.”
A letter to Life later that summer read, “It was a valuable object lesson to homegrown advocates of anarchy and revolution, regardless of age.”
Conservatism in America is an expression of blood lust
