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This made me feel really happy ❤️
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Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.
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Some of my favorite hobbies are counting my chickens before they hatch, putting all my eggs in one basket, crying over spilled milk, barking up the wrong tree, and above all, doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results
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Why do people need subtitles to watch a show in English? I don't get it. What is wrong with the ears of young people?
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“if somebody becomes panicked when you accuse them of lying theyre obviously not telling the truth” shut up ugly im a survivor who got punished for shit i never did all the time of fucking course im gonna panic when im blamed for something i didnt do
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lovely story from a friend today.
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Want to know why "Reading Rainbow" was cancelled? Because it wasn't selling anything. There wasn't any profit in it. "Sesame Street" is still around because it makes bank on toys. Also, go watch "Butterfly In The Sky" on Netflix (US for sure, unsure about other countries). It's a short documentary about "Reading Rainbow" that just premiered recently.
We need to bring back children’s programming that focuses on reading. I’m so serious
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"Normalizing LGBT identities is a step to normalizing pedophilia."
That makes no sense. If someone wanted to normalize pedophilia, they'd gain nothing by normalizing LGBT identities first. They'd be better off normalizing these:
50 year old men dating 18 year old girls
children obeying adults without question even when their judgment tells them otherwise
adults treating children like complete shit so children idolize the first adult who shows them a shred of basic human decency
"mature for your age" being the best compliment a child can receive
always taking the adult's word
children living in poverty so they're more likely to be financially dependent on pedophiles for survival
Oh, wait. Those are already normalized.
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Denver Zoo and its gay lorikeets said fuck homophobes happy Pride
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JanewayXChakotay Moments» 5.01: Night
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Tim Curry might be the epitome of "understands the assignment" and never gives less than 110% and damn I love him so much for that.
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Accessibility takes too goddamn fucking long.
My brother was paralyzed in October 2023. We got him home from the hospital (in Texas, when we live in Iowa) in a clunky old hospital chair. He hated it. He was scared and angry and in pain and his life had just changed forever and he couldn’t do anything for himself in that wheelchair. His first goal (aside from learning how to transfer) was to get a wheelchair. My family was lucky enough to afford one so we thought it would be easy enough. Nope.
We couldn’t buy him a wheelchair. He needed a prescription. For a wheelchair. A doctor had to examine him and declare him in need of a wheelchair. It wasn’t good enough that he had scans and tests showing tumors cutting off his spinal cord. He needed his primary care doctor to examine him during a physical and write a prescription. He was making 2-4 transfers a day, tops. He had no energy to get to a doctor. Home health was in and out every day. He had no time to get to a doctor. He didn’t get a prescription for almost a month. Then it had to go through insurance.
We asked if we could skip insurance and just buy a wheelchair for him. Nope. They wouldn’t sell us one, not even at full sticker price. It needed to be approved by Medicare. We ordered a wheelchair, a nice one, a good shade of green, sporty, small. It would let him move around the house. He would be able to cook, to reach drawers and get stuff from the fridge and brush his teeth and put his contacts in at a sink. We were told it would take awhile, maybe two months. Silently we all hoped he would be around to see two more months.
He went on hospice care on a Saturday in March. On Monday, I was calling his friends to come see him before he died. I got a call on his phone. It was the wheelchair company. They were about to order his wheelchair, she said, but there was an issue with insurance— had he stopped being covered by Medicare? Well, yes. When he started hospice care, he got kicked off Medicare. The very nice woman I talked to told me to call her if he resumed Medicare coverage so she could order his wheelchair. He died less than 12 hours later.
We ordered that chair for him in early December. Medicare didn’t approve the order until March. He was dead before they got around to it. He wanted that fucking wheelchair so badly. The only reason he had any semblance of independence and any quality of life for the last five months of his life was because the wheelchair company lent him an old beater chair, a very used model of the chair he ordered. If I could go back and change one thing about his end-of-life, I would get him his dream wheelchair. He told me again and again he couldn’t wait to get it, so that he could feel like a person again. He made the best of what he had with that old beater chair, but it still makes me mad to this day. He was paralyzed. He needed a chair that afforded him dignity. We had the money for it. And yet, we were left waiting for five months, for a chair that wouldn’t even get ordered until the day he died.
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