Kanirou | Bi/Ace | They/Them Age of Sail | Dinosaurs | Classical Antiquity | Tolkien | D&D | Clone Wars | Green Lantern | Westerns | Noir | has History degrees and is not afraid to misuse them | currently in Golden Age Hollywood hell
We pull upon the risers, we fall upon the grass
We never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass
Highty tighty, Christ almighty, who the hell are we
Zim zam god damn, we're Airborne Infantry
Father Mulcahys ending makes me feel so many feelings WAAA WAAA I CARE ABOUT HIM!! he saved peoples lives and he suffered for it THATS SO FUCKED UP WAAA WAAAA
It breaks my heart to see how underrated pigeons are. The fact that we had literally domesticated them, making them absolutely dependent on us and now that we've abandoned them, we treat them poorly when they try to coexist with us. It's our responsibility for how they have adapted, how they can't build nests and how they try to find food wherever we are. Please be nice to pigeons
father mulcahy has gotta be one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. just imagine. you're a priest in the middle of a war. you're surrounded by doctors and nurses working day and night to patch up hordes of wounded soldiers. everyone knows how futile it is - at the end of the day, these soldiers, these children, are just being fixed up so they can be sent right back into combat again. and what is your place in all this? you were sent here to heal the soul rather than the body, but few people in camp attend your sunday services, and confessions are sparse. the doctors have a nice clear number to tell them how good they're doing - 97.8%, the highest survival rate of any army hospital in the country. but there's no such way to measure spiritual healing, and so your invisible work weighs on you. you question whether you're even helping at all. and you become so lost in your feelings of inadequacy that you can't see the good you're doing. you can't see how much everyone depends on you. you can't see that in the middle of this violent, nonsensical theatre, your soft words, open ear, and quiet optimism are what gives everyone the strength to make it through each day. your mere presence has shaped this mess of a camp into a brilliant parish, and you're too humble to ever realize it.
“By the usual measures, Biden should be cruising to reëlection. Violent crime has dropped to nearly a fifty-year low, unemployment is below four per cent, and in January the S. & P. 500 and the Dow hit record highs. More Americans than ever have health insurance, and the country is producing more energy than at any previous moment in its history. His opponent, who is facing ninety-one criminal counts, has suggested that if he is elected he will fire as many as fifty thousand civil servants and replace them with loyalists, deputize the National Guard as a mass-deportation force, and root out what he calls “the radical left thugs that live like vermin within the confines of our country.””