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rphelperblog · 2 years

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Marvel’s Runaways Quote RP Meme

inspired by @elegancefandoms and @multistoty - feel free to edit or change quotes and pronouns for rp purposes

“Personally, I’ve found denial to be a very effective coping mechanism.”

no more Ghostbumps for you.”

“Some people hide behind makeup, others behind a smile. It’s still hiding.”

“Because they’re horrible people.”

“We were friends because our parents were friends. We were just kids. We were always gonna grow apart.”

“Oh. That was just hypothetically.”

“For as long as I can remember… whenever I was with you, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world. You weren’t just my father, you were my best friend. But the more I learn about you… the more I realize that you’re just not a good person.”

“When I was laying here, my biggest fear wasn’t laying here, it was that I might die without ever having looked into her eyes. I want to meet her.”

“I mean, never mind last night. What we do, doesn’t it take anything out of you?”

“Losing my husband, I could survive. But losing my son, I could not.”

“Right now it is perfect in your mind, and that is where you need to live while we build this thing. Take me there.”

“Which is now the same age as out children. That don’t bother anybody?”

“My son, they used to say there would never be a self-driving car until they made one. I can beat this thing. I know it.”

“I love you and I have for a really long time. I guess I’ve just been too stupid and weak and insecure to tell you that before, but I just needed to say it in case I never get another chance.”

“I’m sorry this isn’t your grass-fed, free-range, sacrifices but whatever he did, just be glad he did it.”

“You wouldn’t understand. No matter where you go, or what you do, people see you. When someone like me walks through a door, no one really turns my way. Unless I just barfed orange juice onto my shoes.”

“‘Cause everyone knows what’s best for me!”

“I was actually scared of that Staff.”

“Woah. What’s going on? Why aren’t you using my bed?”

“Yes, I can see how including you greatly increased our chances of success. That’s called sarcasm.”

“I will see you again, I’m certain of it.”

“I really like it. It’s so mean.”

“It’s us, your favorite band of racially diverse youths. Well, not me.”

“I’m sorry, what are your powers again?”

“Channeling 2012 Miley Cyrus?”

“You don’t actually have to hate to admit that.”

“Alright. I-I lamp you!”

“You don’t actually have to admit that.”

“Please don’t kill me. I can’t die before Hillary’s elected.”

“Whenever I was with you, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world.”

“When things calm down, I’ll come for you. I’ll find you.”

“Unfortunately, the truth can make you very lonely.”

“That thing is the work of a child. You got ahead of yourself.”

“Whenever I was with you, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world.”

“Unfortunately, the truth can make you very lonely.”

“Calc’s boring. I like practical applications.”

“We were always gonna grow apart.”

“And the devil will have his due.”

“I was never anally probed.”

“I guess, since tonight may be our last night on Earth.”

“How is it you know all this but you’ve never gotten above a B- in calculus?”

We were always gonna grow apart.”

“Maybe your darkness is you. Your power, like, how my light is for me.”

“What if the ghosts of all those kids are still in this room watching us right now?”

He just disintegrated my phone in some kind of weird semi-psychotic jealous rage.”

“Yeah. Well, if that’s how it is, I’d like one last dance.”

“Better than the insufferable social justice warrior.”

“We made a deal with the devil.”

“Because losing you forever … that’d be like another death.”

“What do you care? You thought I was an idiot.”

“You could have at least swiped a bottle of the good stuff.”

“Remember fun? You always used to love going to hotels. Having me come by in the middle of the day…”

“Waiting for her actually. But, I’m going somewhere else because why would she be here, standing in line at a bar?”

“Kids that know you when you’re young? No one will ever know you like that again. Don’t give up on that.”

“But what we did tonight … the zip code may have changed, and, yeah I traded my old crew for some rich white folk … killing is still killing.”

“When things calm down, I’ll come for you. I’ll find you.”

“Some people hide behind makeup, others behind a smile. It’s still hiding.”

“I realize how difficult it must be, discovering the truth about yourself with no one to guide you, no one who truly understands.”

“I’d like to report a murder? I mean, I wouldn’t LIKE to but…”

“Please don’t say it’s going to be OK. My mom is a murderer; all of our parents are murderers!”

“No, because you’re drinking well vodka.”

“The truth is, you never know what’s going on in someone’s mind, even someone you love.”

“I may have given it cursory glance purely out of scientific curiosity.”

“Forgive me for being so busy changing the world that I didn’t notice your bangs had grown out.”

“We’re not characters in some trashy movie. This is real life. We’re in a real marriage.”

“You know who you are. I know who you are, and neither of us is our parents, or the messed up stuff they’re doing.”

“Okay. Tell me. What’s the right way to meet my daughter?”

“Are you going to say sorry to her?”

“No. I got a broken rib because of her.”

“Or maybe, they’re better at hiding what’s really going on.”

“You had a good run. There was a moment there when your poster was on the wall of every teenage girls across the country.”

“We’re ready. Tonight, another becomes an eternal.”

“Kind of how I feel about Chardonnay.”

“Why would our parents do all these horrible things?”

“The truth is, you never know what’s going on in someone’s mind, even someone you love.”

“My son, they used to say there would never be a self-driving car until they made one. I can beat this thing. I know it.”

“I’m sorry this isn’t one of your grass-fed, free-range, sacrifices, but whatever he did, just be glad he did it.”

“Really? Just like I wouldn’t understand you were lying about the hedgehog?”

“You’re not getting cold feet are you?”

“I’ve booked us a room five minutes away. It worked for Dakota Johnson.”

“Secrets only live in shadows and there are no shadows in the light.”

“Yeah, and now we make fun of guys like you.”

“That’s high praise indeed.”

“When I was laying here, my biggest fear wasn’t laying here, it was that I might die without ever having looked into her eyes.”

“I didn’t realize this was BYOB. Now I see why you ditched downstairs.”

“There’s something in here about any church intake files, arrivals, runaways.”

“I may have given it a cursory glance purely out of scientific curiosity.”

“Now. How hard can it be to find a dinosaur in the Palisades?”

”At least she gets a wand. She loves that thing. She’s been sleeping with it.”

“That was one day. There were a hundred when you didn’t realize. I was standing right next to you.”

“Since there isn’t a chance we that we don’t make it back from this, I wanted to tell you what I think of you. Which is that you’re amazing, you’re brilliant.”

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 3 years

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For Your Pleasure

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35pCtAW

by Slenbee, SuccubusKayko

Loki's brother drags him away from his studies for a night of revelry. The second prince did not expect to find a gem among the rabble.

Words: 4718, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of For your pleasure

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Fandral (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Obadiah Stane, Warriors Three (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Pleasure Slave, Smut, Tony Stark Feels, BAMF Loki (Marvel), Pleasure slave tony, Prince Loki (Marvel), Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Public Sex, Brothels, Smoking, alochol use, Recreational Drug Use, Casual Sex, Prostitution, Thor is a Good Bro (Marvel), Fandral Is a Good Bro, Slavery, Obadiah is dead, BAMF Tony Stark, Asgards Backwards Justice System, Sassy Tony Stark, Dubious Consent

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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wyatt-thompson · 4 years

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@myhearthealing - david

“Okay, so hear me out. There’s this psychology theory that states that all humans are sexual beings, right? Freud literally goes off on a tangent about these 5 psychosexual stages of development with sexuality being one of the fundamental drives behind everyone’s feelings, thoughts, and behaviors. I don’t know if he has any pent up horny issues or whatever, but I think he’s messed up in the head. I mean, what about asexual people?” She asked, not really expecting David to answer. “I mean, they still want love. They’re just not sexual beings. It’s not because they’re stuck on some anal stage or whatever. So here in lies the plot of this video! I pretty much just talk about asexuality and archaic psychology theories. The thing is, I’m not sure if I know any asexuals to really get an unbiased point across. I don’t want to be some misinformed social justice warrior. You know what I mean? Hey, are you still awake?”

#DavidK

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cheesedoodlesurprise · 7 years

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SWTOR Class Story Ranking

Been wanting to do this for a bit so here ya go, my personal ranking.

1: Agent.

No contest. Pacing is amazing and some cool twists. Also you get to be a robot and also have a psychedelic freakout...

2: Trooper.

... which is why agent ekes out ahead of trooper. A revenge plot to bring justice to those that betrayed you, leading you to refill your ranks with a motley band to help you build an alliance of warriors that culminates in a mass raid on an imperial outpost. Feels so damn thematic of a trooper.

3: Inquisitor

This one was difficult and the most "my personal taste" answer. The first act is a bit slow until an amazing end and from there it's a really cool story about power, sith lore and capped off with a typical sith power struggle. Nice all around.

4: Smuggler

Like the Agent, this is very thematic, but not nearly as fun to me as the aboves. Nothing wrong but cant beat forcing your master into the body of Hairlip Steve.

5: Jedi Knight

Almost beat out smuggler because it shared a bit of what I loved about the Trooper story. Kept to it's theme of building up your forces to raid the emperor's throne. It's only so low because it ultimately came to nothing.

6: Sith Warrior.

Another good example of being a sith but it didn't let you stab Lord Fatmask right off the bat. Had some good flavor when it came to convo choices too.

7: Jedi Consular

Boring and bland. The only thing keeping it from last is...

8: Bounty Hunter

... I legitimately couldn't remember this story to save my anal virginity. Maybe I need to roll a new BH but I honestly feel like I was in a fugue state when I played my BH

#swtor #swtor classes #ranking #rant

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holaafrica · 6 years

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A night of celebration of Kenyan Queer Community: 5th Annual Upinde Awards http://holaafrica.org/2017/12/19/a-night-of-celebration-of-kenyan-queer-community-5th-annual-upinde-awards/

A night of celebration of Kenyan Queer Community: 5th Annual Upinde Awards

The grind is so real. When one says the words activism you conjure up images of protesting, fighting the system, being broke and being woke, and not necessarily in that order. It is not always the most dazzling of existences and couple that with doing it in the context of fighting for sexuality based rights on the continent which is a minefield of potential arbitrary arrests, government sanctioned homophobia and dodging all manner of legal and socio-political woes, as your context constantly pushes

Kenya is no different.

Although not on the international radar like its Ugandan cousin, Kenyans within the LGBTIQ space experience widespread discrimination and homophobia. This can be witnessed in instances such as the banning of a speed dating event geared at queer women which Ezekiel Mutua, CEO of the Kenya Film Classification Board termed a ‘girls only’ event a lesbian orgy or even the Kenyan courts ruling that forced anal exams as a mean of determining sexual orientation are legal there is a lot

This is why nights such as the 5th Annual Upinde Awards, held at the very snazzy Tribe Hotel in Nairobi, by NGHLRC add some much needed glamour and shine to the fight for LGBTIQ rights whilst honoring and recognizing the work done by those within the sector. The awards were attended by a whole host of colourful characters and people from bloggers, to artivists, from donors and human rights commissions. Among those present were Dr. Njoki Ngumi & Jim Chuchu of The Nest (who are doing phenomenal work in curating spaces and stories of queer folks), Aida Mbowa from None on Record, Brenda Wambui of Brainstorm Kenya, Rose Njenga of Suitable Designs (who makes queer friendly dope ass clothes-check out their IG of the same name), Barry Junker of the US Embassy, David Jourdan of the Norwegian Embassy, Andy Barnard :First Counsellor and the EU Delegation to Kenya.

The Upinde Awards Gala (formerly known as the Gay and Lesbian Awards), is an annual event organized by NGLHRC which look to acknowledge the contribution of NGOs, LGBTIQ-GNC organizations, development partners, institutions, private sector and individuals in Kenya that have demonstrated outstanding efforts in creating an egalitarian, open and democratic Kenya through their core programs. So that no one is felt left out the also honour politicians, journalists, employers, business leaders, journalists and other allies who are committed to empowering and protecting LGBTIQ persons as well as advancing equality and social acceptance for all sexual and gender nonconforming persons in Kenya.

These awards are held by the National Gay and Lesbian Human Rights Commission (NGLHRC) is an independent human rights institution that was created to realize legal and policy reforms towards equality and full inclusion of sexual and gender minorities in Kenya. NGLHRC describes themselves as ‘a dedicated team of lawyers and justice defenders whose mission is to promote and protect the equality and inclusion of LGBTIQ persons and communities in Kenya, and advance their meaningful participation in society.’

Winners and categories

The theme of the awards was Innovative Activism and the honours given came in various categories.

Shujaa (Warrior) Award: The award is presented to an individual who has demonstrated immense acts of courage in their protection of the human rights of LGBTIQ persons.

Joyce Muthoni

Winner: Joyce Muthoni- is the mother of a queer human rights activist (Gigi Louisa) she has supported her daughters work extensively in national spaces by training religious leaders in collaboration with church world service, has participated in the Out and About documentary (that features parents who support their queer children in Kenya, Russia and Indonesia).

Chanzo Award (Young Human Rights Defender): Award recognising and appreciating the human rights work of young and upcoming human rights defenders and initiatives.

Winner: Team No Sleep Foundation – an organisation that exists to empower and boost the lives of LGBTI refugees in Kenya who are jobless. The group is made of LGBTIQ refugees and asylum seekers from Uganda.

Nguzo Award (Pillar of Support): Recognising funding partners, government agencies/departments, allies, family members, media, LGBTIQ individuals and institutions whose financial, technical and in-kind support has helped make significant contributions to the health, rights and wellbeing of LGBTIQ individuals in Kenya.

Winner: Josephine Anudo – They have been the core of community building and security response of LBQ womxn in Nairobi living in low income areas for the past 4 years. They have continuously elaborated their raw passion in activism and advocacy for LBQ womxn in areas of health, security and community building.

Ubunifu Award (Healing through Creativity): was presented to a person, organization, or platform that uses creativity as a site of activism whether through visual arts, storytelling, podcasting, blogging or other forms of media arts or communication.

Muthoni Ngige

Winner: Muthoni Ngige – an experienced counselor, she worked for the Solace Project which is a wellness and psychosocial support system for the LBQ Woxmn persons. Her healing work focuses on female and genderqueer bodies within the LGBTIQ spectrum.

Utumishi/Ushirikiano Award (Service and Partnership): This award honors innovative partnerships in service delivery and engagement within the LGBTIQ rights movement; recognising intersectional activism that positions Sexual Orientation, Gender Identity, and Gender Expression (SOGIE) within other social identities; builds bridges between LGBTIQ persons and other marginalized groups.

Rainbow Women of Kenya

Winner: Rainbow Women of Kenya – The group is based in Mombasa Kenya, they work for the mainstreaming of LBQ Womxn into the larger frameworks in government. They are nominated for their extraordinary initiative “Pads for Girls”, which saw that schools were provided with sanitary pads for the girl child.

A night like this is important not only for visibility of the LGBTIQ community in the country but also to acknowledge the incredible, tiring and sometimes difficult work that activists within the country do. It is sometimes a long, arduous and treacherous journey and sometimes, once in awhile, those taking it need a pit stop in order to recharge and celebrate the journey so far.

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atlanticcanada · 5 years

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N.S. judge to deliver verdict in British sailor's gang rape case

HALIFAX -- A decision is expected Thursday in the high-profile case of a British sailor accused in a gang rape at a Halifax-area military base, even as the Crown mulls whether to reinstitute a sexual assault charge against a second member of the Royal Navy.

Darren Smalley, who is in his late 30s, is charged with sexual assault causing bodily harm and participating in a sexual assault involving one or more people in barracks at 12 Wing Shearwater on April 10, 2015.

The complainant testified at his trial last fall that she went to sleep next to a sailor, and later awoke face down and naked as at least three men sexually assaulted her.

Smalley was one of four British sailors originally charged.

Charges against Simon Radford were stayed early during the trial because he was being treated in hospital for an infection.

Prosecutor Cheryl Schurman said Nova Scotia Supreme Court Justice Patrick Duncan's ruling in Smalley's case may impact the Crown's decision on whether to resurrect the charges against Radford.

"A decision on whether to reinstitute the charges will be made before this October -- the expiry of the stay of proceedings," said Schurman in an email.

"The Crown will take into account all of the available information, including the decision in Mr. Smalley's case."

Charges against the other two men, Craig Stoner and Joshua Finbow, were dropped.

Several days into a preliminary inquiry in April 2016, charges were dropped against Stoner, while charges against Finbow were withdrawn in December 2017.

The Crown said the prospect of convicting Finbow became unrealistic after Duncan deemed his police statement inadmissible at trial.

Smalley was part of a Royal Navy hockey team that was in Halifax to compete in a tournament.

In his final submissions at the conclusion of the trial, defence lawyer Ian Hutchison argued that the credibility of the complainant was undermined by inconsistencies in her testimony.

Hutchison told the court that all of the witnesses provided contradictory evidence, and that the woman's testimony contrasted sharply with what witnesses had to say about her behaviour.

However, Crown lawyers rejected that view, arguing the defence had largely relied on rape myths to bolster its case.

The woman, whose identity is protected by a publication ban, testified she was at Shearwater's Warrior Block barracks because her friend had invited her on a double date after meeting a British sailor on Tinder.

She testified she went to sleep in a bed next to Radford, and later awoke to at least three men sexually assaulting her.

The woman told police she couldn't see the men, but she was able to identify Smalley's voice.

The court heard swabs taken by a sexual assault nurse confirmed that semen found near her anus and on her underwear matched Smalley's DNA profile. The nurse also found bruising on the woman's shoulder, leg and groin area, and lacerations to her genitals and anal area.

The complainant testified that she became fearful earlier in the evening after she lost sight of her friend, but said she did not want to leave the barracks without her friend. She recalled being frantic in the unfamiliar building, which was filled with hockey players.

But Hutchison argued that every witness, including the woman's friend, told the court the complainant appeared happy and comfortable in her surroundings.

"Despite having this fear of being in an unsafe environment, she consumes alcohol and gets into bed with Mr. Radford," he told the court on October 19.

As well, Hutchison noted the woman gave Radford a kiss on the lips when she got into his bed, which she said was a way of saying thank you for letting her sleep there.

Schurman said it was wrong to infer that the kiss was important to the case.

"It does not mean she consented to group sex," Schurman said. "The kiss is a red herring."

Schurman also argued that the woman's outward behaviour was not necessarily inconsistent with how she was feeling inside.

She said the idea that the woman had a duty to flee the barracks should be understood as a rape myth.

"Regardless of how uneasy she was, she was under no obligation to flee," she argued.

Smalley did not testify at the judge-only trial.

from CTV News - Atlantic http://bit.ly/2FuxpjJ

#new brunswick #prince edward island #nova scotia #news #politics #canada #CTVAtlantic

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theliterateape · 3 years

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Centrism: Not an Embrace of the Status Quo But of Pragmatic Solutions That Reject Rhetoric

by Don Hall

As David Himmel will be the first to point out, I am a contrarian by nature and nurture.

I'm the guy who hated Ms. Pac Man in the 80s for no other reason than that everyone else loved it. I refuse to watch a second episode of Arrested Development because I watched the first and didn't laugh once. Hell, I co-created a live lit show in Chicago (and eventually Chicago and Vegas) that thrived on the idea of the Devil's Advocate.

I suppose it's no surprise, then, that in times when polarization and partisanship is at an all-time high (maybe not since 1970 have things been this broken) I am inclined to take the middle ground on many of the hot button issues of the day.

Let me be clear: this is not the centrism Rebecca Solnit castigates in her Guardian piece. This is not the centrism of the status quo nor the centrism of most of us in the vast middle in between hardcore Partisan Warriors on either side of the fence.

Centrists in the antebellum era were apathetic or outright resistant to ending slavery in the US and then in the decades before 1920 to giving women the vote. The civil rights movement was not nearly as popular in its time as moderates who like the more polite quotes from Martin Luther King Jr think it was. King himself famously declared, “I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice …” As King notes, the status quo is always changing, and the centrists are often resistant to change that expands rights and justice, more mild about efforts by the right to shrink those things in favor of more inequality and more authoritarianism.

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The sad truth is, for those on the fringes, any deviation from their ideological worldview is tantamount to complete and utter fealty to the Other Side. It is a "with us or against us" proposition. Solnit's perspective on those of us in the middle of the divide is that we're fine with how things are and are happy as assholes in diapers ignoring those problems she sees as Original Sin. That's a plastic bottle full of weasel shit, friends.

I'm in the middle of:

"Biological sex is a myth" and "Transgender people are unnatural."

"Abolish the Police" and "Call 911 on Black Kids Swimming."

"Open the Borders" and "Build a Wall."

"The Wealthy are Evil" and "The Poor are Lazy."

"White People are All Racists" and "Racism is Over in America."

"Equality of Opportunity" and "Equality of Outcome"

Perhaps in King's time, a moderate was someone too busy enjoying the fruits of life to care much about those on the margins. The polarization between the hippies and their parents, the pro-Nixon and anti-War, the young and the old, was characteristic of a massive transition in the values of the country catching up to the values of the Constitution. Not so today.

Today, we're pretty much fine with war on both sides of the aisle. As long as there isn't a draft, we're all comfortable with Obama drone-striking our perceived enemies and, overall, pretty OK with staying out of the Middle East (except for a series of phone calls, of course). We're mostly fine with rampant capitalism because to curb it too much would mean we wouldn't have smartphones, the internet, or the ability to order tube socks and anal lube via Amazon and Etsy.

Today's centrist is, according to the billions of fucking surveys done in an attempt to explain how a failed real estate trust fund baby and has-been reality TV star managed to be elected president, more Left than Right and more inclined to disagree with tactics than goals. Hardly the Silent Majority and more like the Exhausted Middle. Less the white moderates of the late 60s and more like the parents of children raised to believe that their comfort is the single most important issue on the table.

Speaking only for myself (because like so many of our most strident citizens including Rebecca S., the tendency to attempt to paint one's opinion as the monolithic viewpoint of a whole range of individuals lumped into a fictionalized tribe is the sign of reductive propaganda):

It is not the goals of my Wokester friends that I disagree with; it is the angry, ham-fisted manner in which they pursue these goals.

Calling cops racist might feel good and seem like progress but

Decriminalizing all drugs use, sales, and purchase with retroactive sentencing

Eliminating property taxes as the method to fund public schools for a equal playing field for every public school regardless of location

Increasing the training window for police by five times with emphasis on deescalation techniques

Eliminating qualified immunity for police departments nationwide

all address the the issues surrounding black people and how they are treated by the police in substantive and progressive ways without ever getting into the bizarre tribalism of identity that undermines any sense of unified purpose required for forward momentum.

Protesting Big Oil and Energy Conglomerates and screaming at people to recycle feels like serious activism but

Financially subsidizing Big Oil to invest in green energy

Adding a tax on gasoline to make automobile travel more expensive for families with more than one car

Creating incredible tax incentives for building owners (specifically low income housing) for switching to solar energy on a building-by-building basis

Increased government investment into nuclear energy

all help solve the issues while eliminating the shame associated with Rage Profiteering.

The two act drama we go through every time we see another mass shooting in the country is pointless but

Increasing legal liability to any business that sells firearms and ammunition should the product be used in violence

Requiring significant firearms training for every citizen who purchases one

Requiring firearms liability insurance for every weapons purchase (like we do automobiles)

Establishing DMV-like licensing facilities for gun ownership that require periodic registration and licensing

all move the needle toward safely controlling the use of firearms and helps prevent their use for unnecessary violence rather than demonize those who feel strongly that guns make them safer.

In her takedown of centrism, Solnit quotes a study confirming that hyper-partisans are cursed with an "intolerance of certainty." As I've written before, this correlates with the study indicating cognitive closure and cognitive complexity. She establishes exactly what her quoted study proves and then completely subverts it with "who is more intolerant of uncertainty than those who want to believe that authority is trustworthy, no secrets need sunlight, and urgent change is unwanted?" The study demonstrates exactly who is more intolerant and her characterization of centrism is skewed only to ignore the study.

While the two extremes are not symmetrical, the Woke seem to have decided that the bullying, the anger, the politics of Otherism are the collective strategy that has worked for the Right, so let's do that. And it isn't working.

"We beat a world-class buffoon, I mean, I mean, world-class, historical buffoon. And we lost House seats at the time, and we came within 42,000 votes, of not winning the presidency, that we got to learn to talk to people better, and clearer, and more distinctly, about things that are relevant to their lives. And that's what I'm trying to do.

And I don't - like I say, this whole thing is, is about language. And I think the best language is the most direct simple language of people. And that's what I think we need to engage in."

James Carville

Centrist perspective in the last century may very well have been "...positions [] seen as radical not long ago, when this country supported segregation, banned interracial marriages and then same-sex marriages, prevented women from holding some positions and queer people from others, and excluded disabled people from almost everything."

Centrism in the 21st Century is about ignoring the noise and actively trying to solve the problems rather than trying to bury the very people necessary to support the solutions.

He who embraces the status quo is not centrist. He is conservative. As the Right gets nuttier, the genuine conservatives are becoming more centrist.

He who embraces progressive change is not centrist. He is liberal. As the Left gets more tribal, the genuine liberal becomes more centrist.

A centrist in 2021 recognizes that with half the country espousing one thing and the other half barking the exact opposite, finding pragmatic solutions that address real need is the only way forward.

#politics #Rebecca Solnit #James Carville

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weekendwarriorblog · 4 years

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The Weekend Warrior Home Edition 4/7/20 – ENDINGS BEGINNINGS, ABE and More (Sorry. No MY SPY.)

Boooooo … this week would have been when the Tribeca Film Festival was supposed to start, but I barely had a chance to go through the movies that were gonna play there when COVID-19 hit, and it was quickly cancelled. Apparently, they’re doing some sort of online festival this week, but apparently, they decided to wait until Friday afternoon to tell press who had already applied that they needed to reapply by Monday morning. If you didn’t receive or see this important Email, and I didn’t, then you were basically fucked in terms of covering the festival. That being said, this will be only the second time in 17 years that I didn’t cover Tribeca, and since they won’t even respond to Emails trying to fix this, I guess that means we’re done here.

This was also the week when, at one point, Universal/DreamWorks Animation’s Trolls World Tour was supposed to open but I saw it last week via screener and liked it more than the first movie. I tweeted about it here:

https://twitter.com/EDouglasWW/status/1248685996612489217

Of course, STX’s My Spy was gonna open this weekend after many delays and that now will be streaming on Amazon instead, so that’s just the way things seem to be going. Who knows when any of us will have any sort of box office to report on, especially with AMC filing for bankruptcy and possibly not making it until studios decide to release movies theatrically again? (The earliest possibility seems to be July at this point.)

This week’s Featured Movie is Drake Doremus’ new film ENDINGS, BEGINNINGS (Samuel Goldwyn), starring Shailene Woodley, who is quite fantastic as Daphne, a thirty-something L.A. woman – and honestly, having interviewed Woodley for Alexander Payne’s The Descendants, I have just as hard a time fathoming that she’s even closer to her 30s as I did believing 34-year-old Alexandra Daddario as someone in her 20s in last week’s We Summon the Darkness. Regardless, Daphne is trying to get over a heartbreaking break-up with a man who was also her boss, and she quickly gets into relationships with two men, Jack and Frank, played by Jamie Dornan and Sebastian Stan, who also happen to be friends, creating a tough love triangle.

The fact that Doremus opened this film with the Cocteau Twins was a good sign, and I do have to say that the music throughout the film is fantastic, but really, it’s more about Woodley and the fact that Doremus is returning to a more improvised style of filmmaking ala his earlier film, Like Crazy, which was one of my favorites. I do think that Woodley’s talent elevates her performance well above her male co-stars, who at times, frankly, I couldn’t keep track of which was which. (Dornan’s Irish accent gave it away most of the time.) But I liked how Doremus explores one woman trying to make decisions about her life and relationships, showing how hard it is to do that sometimes.

Endings, Beginnings is on Digital on Friday and then On Demand starting May 1. I honestly don’t know the difference between the two. I probably should figure it out, huh?

Another movie I quite enjoyed that’s on Demand and Digital this Friday is Brazilian documentarian Fernando Grostein Andrade’s first narrative feature, the family comedy ABE (Blue Fox Entertainment), starring Noah Schnapp (from Stranger Things), Seu Jorge, Mark Margolis and Dagmara Dominczyck. Schnapp plays 12-year-old Abe, a Brooklyn ‘tween and a diehard foodie with his own blog and desires to be a chef. His main goal in the year leading up to his Bar Mitzvah is to cook the perfect meal to bring his half-Jewish and half-Palestinian family together in harmony. He gets some helping learning the ropes from Seu Jorge as a Brazilian food cart chef who takes under his wing, but Abe has his work cut out for him as his grandparents and other relatives can never agree on anything.

Listen, this is a pretty simple premise but that helps make Andrade’s film so much easier to enjoy. I feel that this is a movie that probably would have done quite well on the film festival circuit (when there was one) since it’s a crowd-pleasing film that gives a very different look into the Israel-Palestine conflict from a Brazilian outsider, as well as in the guise of a warm non-confrontational coming-of-age film that should appeal greatly to foodies. I actually liked Schnapp in this role, mainly because he’s surrounded by such solid actors, including one of my personal faves, Mark Margolis, as his Israeli grandfather. Abe is the type of movie that may have gone completely overlooked in any other environment but actually keeps your attention through its warmth and pleasing storytelling that can bring those going through these hard times a smile or two. It’s not exactly reinventing the wheel or redefining “cinema” but it’s a good film to watch with the family you may now be cooped up with. (Probably for kids around Abe’s age so 11 and up?)

Next up is That Evening Sun director Scott Teems’ THE QUARRY (Lionsgate), a thriller based on Damon Galgut’s novel, starring Shea Whigham as a drifter who kills a travelling preacher and takes his place in a smalltown while being under suspicion of the police chief, played by Michael Shannon. The movie also stars Oscar nominee Catalina Sandino Moreno, and with those three alone, I really wanted to like this movie, but it was really dull and never really got me interested in any of the characters, which is especially a shame since Whigham is such a good actor, but this movie just didn’t do anything for me… at all.

Available now via VOD and on DVD/BluRay on April 28 is Tyler Cornack’s bizarre comedic (?) thriller BUTT BOY (Epic Pictures) -- co-written, directed and starring Cornack. To be honest, it’s the type of movie that is just too weird for its own good. I have to be honest that the movie’s title scared me, and if I read the actual premise beforehand, I might have been even more bothered about watching it then I was already just from the title. Okay, so Cornack plays Chip Gutchel, a married IT worker who becomes obsessed with anal probing after a proctology exam. A dog disappeared and then a baby but years later, a child disappears from Chip’s job, and the detective on the case (Tyler Rice), who is also being sponsored by Gutchel in AA, suspects that the missing child has gone up Gutchel’s … well, I don’t have to spell it out. This is one of those WHAT THE HOLY FUCK movies like The Greasy Strangler and Lemon that I immediately wondered (and apologies to the podcast of the same name) “How did this movie get made?!” While I felt the same way about the premise for the recent Swallow when I first learned about it, that movie was actually really good. I knew as soon as it became obvious what was happening that I had absolutely zero need to watch a movie about a guy who is able to suck things up his own ass. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a competently-made genre film but as it became clearer and clearer where it was going, I was getting more and more queasy about the whole concept. So yeah, I wouldn’t recommend this to my worst enemy, and I’m guessing most people will feel the same but there’s a lot of boredom out there, so who knows?

Wow, that’s it? Four movies? Sheesh…

STREAMING AND CABLE

At this point, it almost seems silly to break this column down into sections ‘cause everything is gonna hit your computer and/or TV sets until theaters finally reopen. Note: I haven’t seen any of the movies or series below.

Streaming on FX on Hulu Wednesday (today!) is the new mini-series Mrs. America, starring Cate Blanchett as Phyllis Schlafly, “the sweetheart of the silent majority,” a woman who is fighting back against women like Gloria Steinem (played by Rose Byrne!) and others who were pushing for the ERA (Equal Rights Amendment) in the 70’s. The amazing cast includes Margo Martindale, Uzo Aduba, Elizabeth Banks, Tracey Ullman, “sweetheart of FX” Sarah Paulson, Melanie Lynskey and yes, there is at least one man, played by John Slattery. The showrunner is Dahvi Waller from Mad Men, too, so this should be an entertaining watch, and I’m definitely on board.

Lots of stuff on Netflix this week but not necessarily anything that’s been on my radar, like the new docu-series, The Innocence Files, which is exec. produced and directed by a number of impressive filmmakers like Liz Garbus, Alex Gibney and Roger Ross Williams. Debuting on Wednesday (today!), it looks eight cases of wrongful conviction and what the Innocence Project has done to try to get their cases overturned. This is a subject that has really interested me, although I liked last year’s Brian Banks more than Just Mercy. The Innocence Project is just such an amazing organization with what they’re doing to help those who can’t help themselves go up against the deeply injust criminal justice system, so this is definitely one I’ll be watching.

There are a few new features on Netflix on Friday, none of which I’ve seen but hopefully will be enticing viewing. The three new ones include the German film, Rising High, written and directed by Cüneyt Kaya, starring David Kross (not the comedian) as Viktor Stein and Gerry Falkand as Frederick Lau, two real estate moguls who get sucked into their wealth by defrauding the bank, losing sight of reality.

There’s also the French crime film, Earth and Blood (La Terre et Le Sange), from filmmaker Julien Leclerq about a sawmill owner named Saïd (Sami Bouajila) and his 18 year old daughter Sarah (Sofia Lesaffre) trying to sell his factory, not realizing that one of his apprentices hid cocaine in there, forcing father and daughter to face tough gangsters who want their drugs back.

Brazilian superstar Wagner Moura and Ana de Armas from Knives Out star in Greg Barker’s Sergio, a film about Sergio Viera de Mello, the UN diplomat who is ready to resign and spend time with his wife before he’s assigned to a mission in Baghdad just as the US invasion of 2003, and he’s crushed under a wall when a bomb blasts the UN headquarters.

Amazon Studios will be debuting Tayarisha Poe’s debut feature, SELAH AND THE SPADES, on Amazon Prime Video Friday. It takes place at Haldwell, an elite Pennsylvania board school run by five factions. It stars Lovie Simone as 17-year-old Selah Summer, who runs the most dominant group, the Spades, who caters to supply students with alcohol and pills. As tension builds between the factions, Selah’s right hand BFF Maxxie (Jharrel Jerome) has a new boyfriend, so Selah needs to find a new protégé.

Next week, more movies not in theaters!

By the way, if you read this week’s column and have bothered to read this far down, feel free to drop me some thoughts at Edward dot Douglas at Gmail dot Com or drop me a note or tweet on Twitter. I love hearing from readers … honest!

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DC Comics' Gotham High Turns Alfred Into A Gay Chinese Man

DC Comics' Gotham High Turns Alfred Into A Gay Chinese Man | #GothamHigh #DCComics #Batman #NotMyGotham #NotMyAlfred #AlfredGotAnaled

Another one. The war on heterosexuals is neverending by the Social Justice Warrior menace. What did I tell everyone in the article about Netflix’s Castlevania having Alucard engage in a sweaty threesome that involved gay anal sex? I said they would come for every single one of your favorite characters, stripping them of their dignity, their pants, and their anal virginity. Well guess what? Alfred…

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sirsparklepants · 4 years

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One of these days I really need to sit down and make a greatest hits compilation of conversations with my extended family, featuring such gems as "sexy social justice warrior", "why is the gourmet shop selling anal beads", and the extended discussion on emergency gene extractors, or as I put it, "one of the few jobs for which you can write off bad dragon purchases on your taxes".

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[SF] Matilda and the Mares of Diomedes

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Having been confused by her actions more than ever...Matilda was left pretending she knew what she doing once again. She didn’t have the luxury of bullshitting her way through life, and wearing her blue crest reminded her of that. It bothered Matilda to see the Boar terrorize her friends and family as he ran amok across the land: spewing endless nonsense. To these idiocies Matilda often laughed...until she didn’t. Such instances where the boar attacked poor citizens personally whenever they disagreed with them, or attempting to mount any woman he saw were younger than him, or bore resemblance to his own daughter. Matilda observed as the men of the land did nothing as the boar continued to rape and pillage across her land with his words of perverse nature, or forcing citizens to agree with him that he and his own daughter would make a perfect pair. To these sentiments, Matilda thought: that’s some white people shit. She continued about her day continuing to observe her previous battles, as she took notes of all the errors she had made on the battlefield. Matilda didn’t have the luxury of making mistakes and the dead-eyed tenants of her land often made sure she remembered that fact, as her brown skin-tone made her susceptible to be attacked by the hate projected by the Boar and his ignorant followers.

Fighting her battles through a Medium or in a way where only those who sought answers and knowledge in such a fashion where only a few believers could brag or dwell on her fucked up true story, as she noted her readers had now began actively talking to her and noting that they had seen her life in a manuscript, having finally found a like mind: proud to have Reddit. It was the two followers that lead Matilda to pick up her weapons of silver and gold, as she noticed she had left many open-ended questions. These were questions the dead-eyed savages had finally earned the right to know, as they had been kind enough to read her biography without judgement. It was these two brave followers that had reminded Matilda that she were capable of building an army, as she were still in need of one to defend their lands from the Boar. She wished good fortune to her followers and readers, as they had finally began to realize what this Nation had done to Matilda and her Peoples. These dead-eyed savages were people too, thought Matilda: their ability to listen and learn showed her that it were time to archive her Traditional Yurok stories, as her papa had once informed her that only certain knowledge of her culture was supposed to be known to non-Indigenous Warrior citizens. These brave people had proved to Matilda that she were ready to lead her men into battle as she wished to ride beside them. These dead-eyed savages were those who opposed injustice, and their ability to politely humor a Princess with no kingdom: had now given Matilda the understanding that these individuals were also just like her: leaders...not followers.

Having seen that the Cyclops still held blackmail of yellow shame against the Boar for his escapades with prostitutes...Matilda knew the duo were dangerous in ways she hadn’t yet known. She watched as the Boar sucked the land dry as he used her tax-dollars for sports or to feed his endless glutinous anger, as the Boar was crazed for not being allowed to rear his own daughter. Matilda began to feel disgusted whenever she saw either the Boar or his daughter who continued to cover herself with gold paint in her hysteria. Matilda began searching for aid each night, as she awoke her warriors by sitting on them as they slept. Matilda would forget this detail until one night in which her soldier woke up and began to hyperventilate while she sat on his chest. This worried Matilda as she were sitting in the dark, and unable to use her legs, as she still cursed herself with a spine disease even in her dreams. As she asked the random if he knew the Viking (this was in the past), the poor man began to cry as Matilda accidentally sat on him attempting to explain she couldn’t stand without assistance. The man called her a monster, and Matilda cried even in her sleep, and fell back into seclusion for a short time, as she wished for a new body that didn’t offend her soldiers so bad. She would return to assembling her army whenever she thought the public were ready to let go of their stigma against disabilities or women, and Matilda waited until that time patiently. She knew the time would come: as the Boar had began the first steps to implement orders of permanent Marshall Law. It seemed Matilda needed her army now more than ever: as now it were only a matter of preserving normalcy and it were all of their problem to preserve their own freedom.

It would seem Matilda was the only one who felt this way, as others questioned how she could work for the Boar under the blue crest of hope, and still call herself a patriot. To these accusations Matilda often took offense, as she were a stand alone even at her occupation adorning the crest that honors truth, facts and science. Since the free individuals were bigger pansies than Matilda evidently: she began to scour the land once more to assemble her army, and in the process she’d figure out the next tactical moves to advance on the Boar. Matilda came across the prayers of her soldiers as they often only reached her in the most dire times: when those who no longer believed in any God prayed for anyone to hear their pleas. Matilda had told herself she were “anyone” and began to observe why such requests were at such an increased influx quite sudden. It lead her a black box in a place where racism and ignorance ran rampant, funded by taxpayers and profited by the Boar and his minions. The black-box bore the name St. Clair and were in charge of rehabilitating those who were unfortunate enough to be incarcerated in the middle on nowhere. Matilda frequently visited the men and women in these black-boxes in her dreams, as she loved practicing her fighting moves with worthy adversaries in their dreams. These were some of the greatest warriors the Nation had to offer, and they had been locked away for it, just as a majority of Indigenous Warriors. These were the Deinos, the famed soldiers who were driven mad by Hera in their dreams, and punished for it in their real lives. Matilda pitied them: as her birth mother had once been a Deinos, for she had been not the best type of person: starting with trading her children for freedom.

It were not an issue, as Matilda were a monster too. She now worried about the well being of these strong and courageous Deinos. One night she walked into a cell in which a man were sleeping and mumbling to himself in his sleep. Matilda met up with him in his dream, and the handsome man informed her that he were a criminal known as Mills. Matilda had grown up admiring the olympian Billy Mills: so to this coincidence she simply said “dope”. The man explained how he had been trapped in the black box, and that he had heard rumor of St. Clair, as the tip had been what had lead Matilda to wander in the first place. She told the man that she too had been raised to believe she were a criminal, as Hera had once told her that crime was all Matilda would ever be good at. Mills began to cry, as he mumbled to himself in perfect timing and avoiding looking at her even though she sat atop his chest. The man fell into a spell, and Matilda noted she couldn’t return to her friend, as he now avoided sleeping in order to mumble. Matilda decided it were time she observe what atrocities St. Clair had been accused of, and she headed East to find solution for her comatose friend Mills. Once again, Matilda were left fighting alone, representing all that she believed this Nation was built on: justice and freedom.

Entering the black box Matilda noted a smell that reminded her of Hades. There were the lingering taste of anal rape and death in the air that seemed stale and warm all at once. To these disgusting senses, Matilda casually leaned over and did an impression of her baby friend Roro, as vomit casually fell from her mouth without gag reflex triggering it. Gross. Matilda wished barf didn’t come out of her nose every time she puked but whatever. She wiped her chin and continued down the white hall with cells on each side, all closed with blood smeared all over the doors of all those unfortunate enough to have committed a crime that warranted human rights violations. Matilda cracked her neck as she walked down the hallway and held her hand to her back: ready to draw her bow and arrow at any moment. As she heard the clamoring of the doors she wondered what beasts were held captive in such inhuman conditions, and she wasn’t quite sure how the action of Matilda coming here was going to help her friend Mills. As she neared the end of the hallway she turned about face and saw a fat man standing at the other end of the hallway. He were too fat to tuck in his shirt, and so his belly hung out as he looked like a pregnant sow. The man shook his head at the woman, unintimidated as he unzipped his pants and entered a door that stood to his right. "Yeah...that’s not how this goes", thought Matilda: sprinting down the hallway as fast as she could. Just because the men of this land glorified the rape of their own men, women and children, didn’t mean Matilda were allowed to nothing like them. That’s not how she gyrated, and so she continued sprinting down the endless hallway to save whoever the man-sow had taken hostage, and she thought that it were a statement to her culture: as she were one of the only ones on the land willing to trade her own life: if it meant she could preserve the life of just one individual and the whole of their freedom.

It bothered Matilda that the man had ignored her, but she no longer had the time to be annoyed by his sexism when the rapist obviously didn’t know who she were. As she ran, she noted all the blood on the door had protruded from the meal slots carved in their door, or seeping from the base of their cells. These people were trying to escape something no human should endure: and now Matilda knew why Mills had sent her there to scout. She stopped for a moment and she took the base of her long-bow and cast in onto the concrete floor as she demanded the attention of her warriors without being able to see them personally. She hit the floor in a rhythm of deep drum, and she felt all those curious lean against their doors: having not heard a woman singing in a very long time, as she sang her traditional songs to these men as she walked and tried to find the door that housed the beast she had decided to slay. She stopped once more and instead of singing sweet songs of peace and love, she hit her bow on metal doors and began to battle cry with each inmate until they agreed by tapping back on their door that they understood they no longer needed to lie or suppress their past demons, as Matilda were the only true demon in this black box. To this: she knew that these were the ones she had been searching for all along, as their might was uncontainable. These were the ones she wished to lead into battle, as she were honored by their ability to be sincere, and now for their like understanding of the importance of rights she fought to preserve as now the she battled for lives of all those she knew she’d be lucky to someday call her followers.

Matilda had lost track of the door as she sprinted and she felt she were running out of time as the chilling screams of the man being penetrated rang throughout the black box. Matilda didn’t have time to search, and so she resorted to her dad’s tricks: demanding the ugly man show his face unless he ready to admit he were Matilda’s Bitch. As she began to curse the man her warriors laughed for the first time in a long time, as they heard the voice of women curse the Gods with her profanity riddled comments. Matilda had fought worse beasts, and so the pig-man did not scare her, as she now felt her warriors find unison with their battle rhythm. A voice from behind the door softly whispered through his food slot smeared with his own blood: he asked the Indigenous Warrior what they were to call her as she could hear he was smiling. She cracked her neck from side to side, and she informed her men that she were called Tila by her troops and that Mills was in trouble as she had come to find solution to break his spell. The man reached out his malnourished hand to shake the hand of his captain, and Matilda shook it without hesitation. The man began to cry, as he said he were imprisoned for a plant that was now legal, but now he were raped everyday and beaten by the officers who pretended to preserve and protect the people of the land. Matilda used the dead-eyed savages “God’s” name in vain once more as she held the man by his weak hand and she began to cry for all the doors that she hadn’t the time to introduce herself to. She told the man that she were a battle angel, and that she needed help remembering which door the man-pig hid in as he were busy raping whoever he pleased. To this the man let his hand fall limp, as he had used his last breath to introduce himself, as his heart gave out from starvation. The correctional system in work: as that the dead-eyed savages slept safely from the black boxes having convinced themselves, it would preserve their freedom.

Matilda gently laid the dead hand to rest as she went back to her task, more livid in rage than she had ever been in her life. Matilda reached a door that held a violent shaking and noticed she were scared of opening the cell, having been an inmate as youth. She took a deep breath and in the quiet of her doubt she heard chats. Her men now said her Warrior name in synchronicity and the door no longer held her fear or captured her imagination. She kicked on the door and when that didn’t work she raised her bow and aimed an arrow right at the lock, and thought: this has to do the trick. She were right: Matilda had opened the door to a locked room with only a mattress and light above once more. These poor men had been living out her nightmare everyday, unaware that she needed them and that she believed in their unmeasurable might as a single unit. She stepped into room as the boar continued to thrust his erect penis into the ass of a bound prisoner who was bleeding from his rectum. Matilda were too angry to be shocked, as she simply stood in the door and said calmly to the pig-man who stood there with his dick out “hey bitch”. As the man turned his penis fell out of the man he were raping and Matilda took her chance, as she swept past the obese Merican’ and grabbed the poor man he had been raping repeatedly. She pulled the poor man into the corridor and removed his blindfold, and the ropes restricting his hands from defending his own sexual freedom.

With the pig-man now stuck in a locked cell, Matilda used this time to restore the dignity of the man she had finally managed to save. She pulled up his pants quietly while he cried and gave him medicine for his many lacerations. She turned to kill the pig-man, and as she did the man finally asked who she were: to this she said “nobody” as she didn’t think this was a time for humble bragging. As she opened the door and prepared herself to lock herself into the cell with the beast, the pig-man burst out of his pig pen as the door flung open. Well fuck thought Matilda, who hadn’t really wished to fight in front of an audience, as she were still vain when it came to people looking at her crooked spine. The pig-man charged down the hallway and to this threat Matilda had no choice but to sprint head first into a battle with a beast who portrayed everything wrong with her Nation. The pig-man leaned his head down as he moved as fast as he could yelling the squeals of men with no culture as Matilda now growled the steady hum of the bear and howled at the moon that protected her. She saw the pig-man weren’t the brightest as he exposed his balding scalp as he charged at her, and finally...Matilda knew what to do. As she drew nearer she placed her hand to her back once more to retrieve her bow and arrow. Instead of drawing her bow last minute, Matilda took her right hand and only grabbed a single arrow and took hold of it by its center as she used it as a knife instead. She took a quickened step to the wall, and as the man-pig drew too close for comfort: Matilda swiftly stepped from the floor using one foot as she threw her body into the air up and over the beast until she could see the rim of his balding head. She grabbed her arrow with both hands and drove the arrow straight down upon the man's head, as her arrow protruded out through his many chins. Killing the monster instantly. Matilda decided this were the time to let go of some her of pent up anger towards dead-eyed savages. She called the obese dead man a bitch one last time as she reveled at the last words he’d ever hear: being thrown at him by a small woman as she split his bald skull. The man fell to his knees and Matilda politely bent over to pulled out her slender arrow from his split skull. “Eww gross” thought the woman, as she wiped goop from her handcrafted arrows. She looked up and saw the man she had assisted as he quietly observed the petite woman who had somehow held the moves of a giant skilled gladiator. He thanked her and Matilda said there were no need: as she were on a errand from Mills who still needed her help. Thank you, thoughts and prayers did next to nothing in this case, and as the man saw this: they agreed the debt would be repaid if he’d help her awaken and assemble all of those that Matilda were honored enough...to call her followers.

As the two talked she saw that something were stirring as the prisoners once more began to chant her name and she knew that it were the reason why she’d been sent here once more. The pair now walked back to the entrance of the black box, and they were met with a small army of pig-men and women who were ready to defend their rights to be paid to rape, starve and murder their inmates. Matilda hadn’t the fucking time for this shit, as she needed to get back to Mills before the sun came back up: her new friend agreed with her. The two decided it were time to free the men who had repented for their crimes at the hand of the Mericans’ that ignored their pleas for help, and the pig-men and women who loved to be paid to rape those who were no longer allowed to vote. Even if they wished to vote for reform of correctional facilities or for the education of their own free children, they were banned and voiceless to the violence. They kept calling themselves criminals as they were also being punished for the sins, and they were known to Matilda as the Diones (the terrible). She knew their anger, as Matilda was also forced to pay taxes to the Boar that refused to pay his own taxes. They raced back down the hallway that they had just came from, and the man told her that she were to use the hall space, to once more jump up and over the pig-men and women. She liked the idea and asked what he had planned on doing, and he smiled finally as he told her he was going to open all the cells at once and charge her men straight into the pig-men and women if only to create a distraction. The man handed her silver clip, and told her he had protected the family heirloom rectally, and it was apparent the shiny metal had been what had originally attracted his rapist, as pigs are obsessed with all things that shine. Matilda took the item and placed it in her quiver, as she assumed it could be used for something... someday. As the mass of pigs grew closer: the two said their farewells for the time being and they now stood tall as an army of ten million strong. The pair had a plan and strategy, and the swarm of ignorant pigs had none: as always. Matilda told the man he needed to bury all those who had died and been left facedown to rot in their cells, and to this the man nodded, as he now had a better understanding of both life, and the those who live dead. He reached across Matilda and she said she were ready: watching as all the cells clicked and burst open all at once. Her men stood hesitant in their doorways, skinny and bloody from the endless abuse at St. Clair. As their eyes fell upon the dead pig-man who lay with his skull split open: the men now finally saw Matilda as they agreed silently that she were their leader, their Tubman to follow to their freedom.

Her army now flooded into the hallway and as they charged: she instructed her men to run tightly packed in three lines, as they were to plow down the middle of the pigs, and kick them into the cells they had once protected. They understood, and fell into formation as they sprinted into battle as a platoon, and Tila leading the charge. She watched from above as they successfully clashed with the swine, and skidded past them as she used their shoulders and backs to move past the crowd of perverse, criminal pig-men and women. As she made it past the crowd and rolled out the door, she looked back and she saw the man she had assisted as his fierce face stuck out in the crowd. She had given the poor man as much as she could in the short time they had met, but she knew their paths would cross again. Matilda made it back to the bedside of Mills, and she saw he were still glossy eyed and mumbling to himself. She sat next to the man and held his hand, as she cried for all those locked up in black boxes that she hadn’t yet met or helped. As she did so she remembered the gift her new friend had given her, and so she retrieved it from her quiver and washed the shame and feces from the now gleaming silver clip. She placed it upon Mills, centering it on his broad chest that were hyperventilating as he mumbled. As she did so: the man woke up and began to talking to her groggily. Matilda told him how she had found his clues, and her army, as she now had two-point-three million soldiers that called themselves Diones. Matilda had hoped she still held the support of the Indigenous Warriors who shine, as their only stood two million left having survived the Genocide. Matilda heard drum beats and swelling orchestras in the distance, as she prepared for an epic battle for the rights of those who stood tenant on her land. It weren’t a choice to fight anymore, as there was now a reason for Matilda to finally justify murdering the Boar that still trashed her house, as he pouted that he still wasn’t allowed to mount his own daughter. Matilda knew this were a battle in which she would either die, or become legend: fighting for all those who now openly called themselves her followers.

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Societal Justice Warriors

Societal Justice Warriors Social Justice Sociable Justice Warriors I'm fairly confident that most people who read this article will probably have heard one of the noxious statements known to the particular English vernacular. It will be a declaration that endeavors to impose the ethical sensibilities of the speaker upon the recipient. It is definitely a phrase that's venom serves absolutely no objective above attempting to bargain our liberty of reflection. It is the concept of every social the legal scavenger roaming the absolute depths of twitter, it is usually the gospel connected with anyone who has called regarding the firing of any comedian because he / she 'went too far' and it is typically the crooning song of any toupee clad politician assisting the particular censorship of a game. It is the take a flight in the ointment, typically the pube on the detergent bar and the turd throughout the swimming pool. In the event you haven't deduced what that niggling little phrase can be now then ill dispel the confusion, I was of course referring to the actual phrase 'I am offended'. Indeed this specific banal manifestation seems to have grow to be quite the hobby for that masses. It's difficult to be able to study a newspaper or perhaps diagnostic scan a social growing media site without having coming in contact with the dreadful squeals of social the law warriors, banging on the online door of several B-lister that was caught on strapping calling his / her friend some sort of fag. Today I'm not saying this you have no proper to be offended, in which would be absurd in addition to somewhat contradictory considering in which the purpose of this posting is to convey the offence at the means people take offence. Nevertheless one can express explained offense in better methods when compared with others. To better establish our point Factors . lead using a bad laugh I when heard. Transgender What do spinach and also fecal sex have in frequent? Should you were forced to help have this a youngster, you'll hate this an adult. Now your defense mechanism that joke may vary based on circumstance, some could find the idea funny, many tasteless and several offensive. Those who found the item honestly offensive would be well within their rights to accomplish so, after-all many folks had the bad luck associated with winning a place upon Jim'll Fix It. Nevertheless the a reaction to an offence is the place that the problem appears. For every person that is truly offended and basically puts a stop to reading, there usually are four some others that toss on the sheep's clothes of offense and begin to bleat. Now boost the comfort, individuals of you that sense genuinely offended by that ruse, have you been actually offended or do you wish to be upset? This is where typically the societal justice warriors thrive, because they feed on the particular genuine offence of some others for reasons over and above my comprehension. Perhaps they enjoy the attention, perhaps they are just bored or probably in certain psychotically twisted technique all their false outrage is an attempt to help. Irrespective of why they will choose their moral invective, the idea is the manner inside which they exhibit this that I find nearly all irritating. The statement 'I am offended' means almost nothing. In the cold lighting connected with day all this it delivers is that your moral sensibilities usually are different to another personal. The following lies the difficulty, often one can find that people who claim offence are generally so hell-bent on attaining their precious moral invective that they don't really communicate how or the reason they are offended. They simply state that these are badly affected and assume that this specific phrase gives them several power or right in order to desire censorship. So considerably so, that you will find the context associated with the offending utterance is usually often a mere fine detail towards the horde of interpersonal rights warriors, as subtext such as irony is brushed aside as a miniscule inconvenience into the junkie declaring their large. Now typically the point I'm attempting to make is this, if a person are genuinely offended through a joke or maybe a scene in a TV demonstrate or perhaps whatever else anyone choose to aim your moral outrage at, quit for a second before you ful the harmful declaration involving offence. Today, is the point you aren't outraged at deserving of this sort of an outrage, does it requirement censorship because is actually wicked? Because it actually or psychologically damages the actual masses? Most importantly, have you considered the context and subtext of the declaration? I feel that in the vast majority of instances attempting to assert these propositions will leave your directly to be offended wanting. Most of the time your outrage will simply become a case of you actually individually not liking a thing and therefore wanting it to help be restricted simply simply because you find it fulsome. Unfortunately that's not just how independence of speech performs my very own anal retentive buddies; the idea of a freedom of conversation is that anyone should support another person's right to offend, because often the unpopular opinion is typically the most required viewpoint to hear. Once after a time the concept the actual earth was spherical was considered taboo and getting caught uttering it would most likely have resulted within you staying tied for you to a pole in addition to cooked properly by those who identified your views disagreeable. The next occasion you feel that niggling itch to declare your own personal offence, try explaining precisely why you are, aim to convey it in some a higher level eloquence rather than rubber stamping the feet and wailing since if this kind of grants you some degree of esteem. More importantly, rather compared to trying to get the thing a person don't like prohibited or perhaps censored, why not consider not watching or reading this, instead of seeking to rid the world of it. I know it may be a difficult thing for you societal samurai's to accept, but in this world connected with ours you may occur to run into those who else have a difference regarding view to yourself. When your simply response is actually to squeal like a child with a full nappy then I'm afraid you are not going to get quite far in converting the particular people. For the next time you choose to be able to dump debate, to disregard your inbuilt ability to be able to utilize realistic argument as well as instead decide to catatonically dribble the phrase 'I am offended', then I trust you will look at the fact that anyone, somewhere will respond 'so what? '

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