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#fuck your propaganda
wild-neko · 7 months
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disabled people: we are still dying, can you please just wear a mask to the grocery store and doctor’s offices so we can live
conservatives: no, die or stay inside all day, no one cares
leftists: no 🏳️‍🌈✨💖
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abel-draws · 5 months
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My faves should meet
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crafting-mojo · 12 days
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my rancher!!!
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darkwood-sleddog · 1 year
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you cannot fight against Animal Rights Activist bullshit for only certain circumstances and spew ARA rhetoric when a situation pulls at your heartstrings.
Agricultural animals can be kept and produce eggs, dairy, fiber, etc. ethically given they are provided proper housing, water, food, vet care and enrichment.
Given proper housing, water, food, vet care, and enrichment dogs can live fulfilling lives outside of the interior of the home. Extreme weather is NOT dangerous for specific breeds of dogs (this goes both ways for hot and cold temperatures).
Given proper housing, water, food, vet care, and enrichment wild animals can live full lives out of the wild and in the care of conservation focused zoos.
Anyways.
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damnesdelamer · 1 year
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‘Socialism has never worked’?
What do you call Russia, China, and Cuba functionally eradicating homelessness and illiteracy in their respective spheres within a few years of the massive upheaval of revolution, and radically improving the living conditions of millions after generations of poverty? What do you call the Soviet Union bearing the brunt of the greatest military conflict the world has ever seen and emerging victorious? What do you call the Soviet Union holding out for four decades of sustained military and economic warfare against the greatest military and economic superpower the world has ever known? What do you call Vietnam defeating the greatest military empire the world has ever known in its anti-imperialist resistance campaign? What do you call China emerging from the 20th Century as the most populous country on earth with the highest GDP? What do you call China reducing daily covid numbers to double digits in a population of 1.4 billion? What do you call Cuba thriving after six decades of brutal embargoes? What do you call Cuba passing the most progressive and practically protective legislation for family and LGBT rights in a world historical moment marked by increased LGBTphobia among the Western powers? What do you call the people of Asia, Africa, Latin America, and Eastern Europe shrugging off the muck of ages to usher in an era of progress, all while Western powers conspire to sabotage them at every turn while growing fat off the earth they’ve scorched?
I’d ask what history books you’re reading, but I know that you’re not reading any, and the only information you have on the subject is spoon-fed into your colonised mind by the people’s enemies, whose vested interest in fabricating events is readily apparent to any who bother to look into these things.
‘Socialism has never worked’? It has been one of the dominant political-economic models of the past century, and has made drastic strides on every front despite its relative infancy and constant opposition from Western superpowers. If you fear socialism, what do you really fear? Socialism is the people. Socialism is me; socialism is you; socialism is all of us, together.
‘Socialism has never worked’? Socialism has always worked. Socialism is working right now. We will see socialism work again, always.
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Elim Garak: fucking around vs finding out
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sandinmybed · 6 months
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can i be fr for a minute?? sending abuse to people online for holding different views than you is not activism and in fact actively hurts your cause. most people are not extreme in their viewpoints, you can give them a new perspective if you're willing to spend some time explaining shit. if someone is saying something you disagree with and you rush in there to condescend to them and call them disgusting and subhuman and dont even TRY to explain calmly why their views are harmful, they're going to shut you out instantly and double down on their views.
most people are simply genuinely ignorant to the issues they're talking about - they just pick their views up from the news and the world around them and express opinions because that's what every person does. if you run in there and tell them they're scum for it, what then? if someone does that to you, are you going to think "maybe i should do some research" or are you going to think "this person is an asshole, im blocking them." a lot of you think you're activists and then refuse to do any kind of actual WORK to support your cause.
#this is not about the isr*el thing even tho thats obviously a huge issue rn#its just a pattern ive observed online#im not saying you have to be kind to people who oppress you dont twist my words#but if youre trying to support any cause and you think calling people names is going to help#youre a fucking idiot lol#people call themelves activists and pro-X cause because they called their opposition dirty c*nts online#how the hell is that meant to help anyone? theyre just going to retreat into their propaganda chambers because you proved what the leaders#of those spaces have been telling them#you can obvs block people if you dont want to deal w them but thats a neutral action. sending abuse harms ur cause.#text#like educating ignorant people is hard work! yeah! its also the entire fucking point of activisim#and if you think its too much effort then just stop pretending you give a shit tbh#like my parents managed to change our neighbour's very xenophobic stance on migrants with a calm conversation#some people will listen and some wont and shes not exactly going out to protests for migrants rights but shes not hostile anymore#and a lot of yall think that isnt good enough but let me tell you it IS good because these things take time!#unlearning things is MUCH harder than learning them in the first place and a lot of people grew up in environments that taught them#very discriminatory and conservative views and its actually not their fault. and its hard to educate yourself differently on something you#have no idea is not true. where do you start w that?
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flexxyfluxx · 3 months
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do you truly own your computer, if the only system you can ever have on it is the one the manufacturer chose?
do you truly own your computer, this wonderful, universal machine, if its ability to do whatever you desire has been hamstrung by its creator?
do you truly own your computer if anyone else can restrict your freedom of choice in any way, ever?
do you own your macbook? your windows machine? can you truly make them yours, when you cant even change what they look like?
sure, it gives you a paltry few dials and knobs, lets you change the text a lil, use some different colors.
but what if the way your system lets you use it is just fundamentally foreign and awkward to you? what then? what good is a fresh coat of paint when all the cogs are one size too small, but put in place as if they were one size too big?
and yet, so many people are just ...fine with it. they don't mind having to drag the mouse all the way across the fucking screen to switch to a different window (yes, alt-tab exists, but your mouse doesn't follow). they don't mind having to alt-tab through more than 2 windows, missing the window they meant to go to, and having to cycle all the way through again.
it makes me a bit sad.
i think the problem is that nobody ever tells them it gets better than that. they think it's fine because it's all they've ever known, and well, surely millions and billions of people can't be wrong... right??
the other problem is that the systems they know don't let them do it better. using Windows? you must use the Windows way. using Mac? it's the Mac way for you. in either case, not truly your way.
but oh, wouldn't that be wonderful, a system that defines itself by just letting you have fun and be yourself. that doen't try to prescribe a way to do things. that lets you choose your own way. where you can truly do whatever the fuck you want, however the fuck you want. that lets you just own the device in your hands.
where you aren't stuck with whatever you're given. where you don't even have to use what you're given at all. where you as the user are truly respected as the owner of your system.
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mexashepot · 6 months
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Actually a 85 woman being kind to the terrorist who held her in captivity for 17 days (!!!) and that STILL holds her husband captive is something that makes complete sense survivability-wise.
She just does not want her husband to be tortured/murdered and so she does her best to try to save him
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high-voltage-rat · 27 days
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Actually I'm still thinking about it. Another interesting way in which RvB is anti-war is the way that the Director fills the role of a villain and antagonist (especially in the Recollections trilogy, where he's a faceless villain we never see but is responsible for everything that happens).
In his memos to the Chairman, the Director emphasizes his sense of duty and obligation to the military- he becomes irate for the first time when he feels that it's being implied that he was derelict in his duty... or that the work he did out of that duty is being criticized for being against the military's interests. He also talks about Allison's death in a way I find... interesting.
"You see; I never had the chance to serve in battle. Nor did fate provide me the opportunity to sacrifice myself for humanity as it did for so many others in the Great War. Someone extremely dear to me was lost very early in my life. My mind has always plagued me with the question: If the choice had been placed in my hands, could I have saved her? [...] But, given the events of these past few weeks, I feel confident that had I been given the chance, I would have made those sacrifices myself... Had I only the chance."
The idea of sacrifice is central to the way he talks about his wife's loss, to the way he talks about the war in general. He talks of sacrifice with a sense of veneration- that it's something he aspires to do, that he longs for. There's a few ways we can interpret "I would have made those sacrifices myself"...
-That in Allison's place, he thinks he would have laid down his life too.
-That if given the chance, he would have given his life to save hers.
But most interestingly...
-That he would have sacrificed Allison's life for the continued survival of humanity, if that was what duty called for.
...And personally, I think all 3 are true.
In most war media, the Director's perspective on sacrifice is very common. Sacrifice is glorious and heroic- to die in battle is an honour- and it's the only way to ensure the group you serve survives. This is a tool of propaganda- nobody wants to go to war just for the sake of it, you have to give them a reason that the risk of dying or being permanently disabled isn't just acceptable, but desirable. Beyond that, most people don't want to do things they think are immoral- you have to convince them it's important, a necessary lesser evil. You teach them to sacrifice their morals, too.
The way they train soldiers to follow orders and to kill, is to convince them that they, and the people around them, and the people they care about, will all die if they don't. It's drilled into your head from day one. It's the way they ensure their commanding officers won't shy away from sending their men off to die. The message is constant- sacrifice is your duty, and duty ensures your people's survival.
In the Director's eyes, the damage Project Freelancer caused was his sacrifice. He never got the opportunity to sacrifice himself during the war- so he sacrificed others, as military brass do. The Freelancers- including his daughter. The countless sim troopers. Any people he considered "collateral damage" on missions. And when the opportunity to do so presented itself, he sacrificed a copy of himself- Alpha- and he sacrificed a copy of Allison- Tex.
The very thing that derailed his life- the loss of his wife- he made it happen again. He put her copy in dangerous situations, let her exist in the position of constant repeated failure, created the circumstances that would eventually lead to her death. He put their daughter in deadly situations that nearly killed her repeatedly, provided her with impossible expectations leading to self-destructive behaviours in the name of duty, implanted her with two AI knowing they could cause her permanent harm. He was confident he "would have made those sacrifices himself" because he did.
The Director is the embodiment of the military war machine. As an antagonist, he is a warning against buying into the glorification of sacrifice. He's a condemnation of the idea that one should be willing to do anything to win a war- that duty to the military is the thing that ensures survival... All the messages that are pushed to ensure recruitment and obedience of soldiers.
He's a reminder that swallowing the propaganda leads to you doing terrible things... and in the end, you're a broken man left mourning the losses that you suffered even as you repeated them, convinced that it was all necessary.
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impishtubist · 3 months
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happy belated birthday @soloorganaas it's a month late but Finish Your Fucking Fics February has me by the throat. 😘
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It had been a long day.
Scratch that, it had been a long week. A long fucking week of watching his much-younger cousin make doe-eyes at Remus, and find excuses to touch his shoulder or arm or hand, and laugh far too loudly at his dry humor. A long week of enduring the kids and their scheming, because Ginny had got it into her head that the best way to entertain herself in this horrid house was to play matchmaker, and somehow she had pulled everyone else into it, too.
It had been a long fucking week, and Sirius didn’t feel the least bit guilty about shutting himself in his room--their room, whenever Remus was at Grimmauld for longer than a night--and laying down for a midday nap to try to stop his mounting headache in its tracks.
Well. He felt a little guilty. Because every moment shut up in this room was a moment away from Harry, and he had already missed fourteen years of Harry’s life. 
But he was just so damned tired. He had lost a brother, countless friends, a lover, twelve years of his life…and now he had to watch said lover be flirted with right in front of him. 
There was a knock on the door, and Sirius grunted.
“Sirius?” Harry stuck his head into the room. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, Hazza.” The nickname, not used since Harry was a baby, had slipped out accidentally his first night in Grimmauld. Sirius had tried to backtrack, embarrassed, but after the way Harry had lit up, he couldn’t not use it. 
“You sure?” Harry came further into the room. “I could get Professor Lupin.” 
“No need to bother him.” When Sirius had last left them, Remus had been teaching Tonks how to waltz in the library. He lifted his arm off his eyes and patted the mattress beside him. “Come sit.”
Harry obediently sat next to him, and Sirius put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I haven’t been…”
He trailed off. He had too much to apologize for. He didn’t even know where to begin.
“It’s fine,” Harry said. “You’ve been distracted.” 
“Nothing could distract me from you.” 
Harry gave him an unimpressed look. “Not even Professor Lupin?”
“What about Professor Lupin?”
“Do you like him?”
“‘Course I like him, Harry, he’s my best--”
“Not like that,” Harry said, cutting him off. “You know what I mean.”  
Sirius sighed. “We dated when we were kids.”
“Yeah?” Harry asked. “What about now?”
“Well, I can’t exactly take him out for a candlelit dinner.” 
“He sleeps in here, though, doesn’t he?”
Not as unobservant as Sirius thought, then. “He does.”
“So does he, like, know how you feel?’
“Tell me, Mr. Potter. How do I, like, feel?”
Harry grinned. “You love him.”
“Yes, I do.” 
“Does he know that?”
“He bloody well should,” Sirius muttered. 
“Maybe you need to remind him, then.” 
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When Remus came up to bed that night, Sirius grabbed the box he had been keeping in his bedside table since the beginning of the summer.
“Think fast, Lupin.”
Remus didn’t think fast, and the small box hit him square in the chest. He caught it before it fell to the floor, and popped open the lid. His lips parted in surprise.
“Is this--?”
“Found it in Orion’s things,” Sirius said. “Took me a week to get all the curses and enchantments off of it, but it’s been in the family for generations. Seems a waste to let it languish in a drawer.” 
“This,” Remus said slowly, “is the worst proposal I have ever received.”
“How many people have asked you to marry them, Moony?”
“Including this time? Technically, none.” Remus tossed the box back at him. “Because you haven’t asked, Black.”
“Oh, alright, then.” Sirius heaved himself off the bed and dropped to one knee. “Remus, light of my life, will you marry me as soon as there isn’t a price on my head?”
Remus’s lips twitched. “Oh, I suppose.”
“Some acceptance that is.”
“Some proposal that was!” Remus held out his hand anyway, and Sirius slid the gold ring on his finger. 
“And now, maybe if you’re wearing that, my cousin will keep her hands off you.”
Both of Remus’s eyebrows shot up, and then a grin spread across his face.
“Sirius Black, are you jealous?”
“No!”
“You are,” Remus said, delighted. “Hold on, I need to savor this.”
“Savor it?”
“I spent years at school watching the entire student body throw themselves at you and being so jealous I could hardly think straight. You’re jealous because you think I might be interested in Tonks, and because she’s been flirting with me? Yeah, I’m going to enjoy this for a while.”
“Some fiance you are,” Sirius grumbled. 
Remus kissed him, his hands going to Sirius’s belt. “I’ll make it up to you.”
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y-rhywbeth2 · 19 days
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Something I love about BG1+2 is how it simultaneously plays and subverts the demigod/chosen one narrative (which continues in BG3, except with only the subversion. (And Halsin is not joking when Durge tells him what they are: Do NOT advertise that you're a Bhaalspawn.))
I've always been fond of the set up in Saradush in ToB, where the surviving children of Bhaal are being corralled into the besieged city under promise of protection against the entire world - because basically literally the entire world is trying to kill the Bhaalspawn: Your more powerful siblings want you dead; your mortal neighbours, and likely your nation itself either thinks you're inherently evil and are ready to kill you, or you represent such a threat that they're ready to drive you out and/or kill you just in case. Case in point: the aforementioned siege outside the city walls with the army that wants you dead currently raining giant flaming rocks of death over your head.
Some of these guys have no idea what they are, or what's happening, until attempted murder happens.
Like this discussion with one of your random brothers, a guy called Alexander:
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Alexander: "You don't look like one of the locals. Are you a child of Bhaal as well, lured here like the rest of us to face our inevitable end?" Charname: "As well? What do you mean?" Alexander: "I myself am one of Bhaal's progeny - or so I've been told. I guess Bhaal's blood runs thicker in some of his children than in others." Sarevok: "By your snivelling manners, I would say Bhaal's blood runs very thin indeed in your veins. Bah-why do I even waste my breath tormenting this cowering cur?" Alexander: "Uh... is there anything else I can help you with?" Charname: "How did you get here exactly?" Alexander: "I wasn't brought here by Melissan, like some of the others. My home village was burned to the ground by a dragon who claimed to be hunting me. My friends... my family... they threatened to give me to the dragon if I didn't leave. So I did. And I heard a lot of other Bhaalspawn were coming here. *sigh* Now I almost wish I hadn't come."
Spoiler alert: He dies. Every single Bhaalspawn in that city dies*, along with everybody except a handful of commoners (*except maybe Viekang, who was not particularly inclined to murder me, so Murder in Baldur's Gate is weird.)
You, a simple peasant from a farming village one day come of age and learn that your absent father was a god, and you are forced to flee forces that are trying to kill you (in this case, your much more powerful half-brother)... it sounds like the start to some kind of fantasy epic, but instead of any fancy destiny you end up in a war torn city surrounded by castoff divine bastards just like you, terrified and unwanted, and then you die, and are forgotten.
And that's what being a Bhaalspawn is!
Whatever grand lies Bhaal tells you in your dreams about how you're special and great power awaits you (if you behave and do his will), your job is: sow death, faith, fear and chaos wherever you roam, strengthen Bhaal's power, and then be a good child and die for Father. No exceptions, save perhaps one, who is explicitly a special prophecy child, and even then is supposed to be doomed by future FR canon because they're still Bhaal's "pawn". There's also Imoen, who might be spared simply by proximity to said prophecy child keeping her alive. Non-game "canon" screwed her over hard. (FR canon and I have a complicated relationship, it must be said. All copies of those books are to be ritualistically burned.)
idk where I'm going with this, I just love how bleak the situation in the city is. No grand destinies, only a discardable pawn to be used, abused and consumed.
...And also that part where Tethyr sends an army to kill you because obviously you are guilty of "crimes against [Tethyr] and, indeed, all of humanity!" by supposedly killing a whole city: They admit they can't prove it, but you're a child of murder, you were born guilty even if you didn't actively do anything.
No, really:
General Jamis Tombelthen: "You are guilty, [Charname]. Of this there is no doubt. And we will not risk your further endangerment of us all. You are a spawn of Bhaal and responsible for the destruction of the city of Saradush*. Your execution has been ordered, [Charname]. May the gods have mercy on your soul."
* I implore you to move with great urgency to intercept the Bhaalspawn before they can do any more damage. Whether or not they are responsible for what occurred in Saradush, we cannot allow them to continue and cannot afford the time for trial... - Tombelthen's orders, courtesy of the Queen of Tethyr
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You can't lie to your dreams, lil man. You know what i mean.
You still dream of her, that beautiful woman you have a crush on. You dream of taking her on dates, holding her warm hands, protecting her from assholes, making her laugh, kissing her forehead, feeling her soft skin under her shirt, cooking for her, providing her with everything she needs, making sure she's happy and loved.
But you look different when you see yourself. That's still you, you know it intuitively, but that's a man in your place, and... he's so fucking happy. His chest feels lighter than yours, his laugh hearty and full, his cock ain't held in place by a harness, people address him correctly, he's gotta groom his facial hair every now and then, that's You.
And yet when you wake up, you suddenly feel like some strangers eyes is staring back at you. That reflection ain't right and you fucking know it nigga, stop tryna gaslight yourself into a damn shell. That man in your soul, the part of you that you scared to acknowledge, he's crying and sobbing to be set free.
So, set him free.
Take your testosterone. Cut your hair. Change your wardrobe. Buy your first binder. Drop that girly ass name and demand people call you the name you hear in your dreams.
The road you walk is no doubt a hard one, but every step you take, every time you reapply T, every new milestone you hit, you'll get happier and happier.
Don't you want to start seeing yourself stare back at you? Instead of some stranger who everyone thinks is you? Don't you wanna look down and see the cock you swore would be there?
Then go. Get to steppin. If you fall, pick yourself up and keep going, its all good if you needa cry first, but you need to keep going.
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hindahoney · 7 months
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I'm just gonna say it. If you're a leftist jew that is so far removed from their Judaism that you can gleefully support a group who is burning your people, beheading your babies, raping your children and slaughtering your women, you don't deserve to call yourself a Jew. I am so beyond sickened by you. You are a shame to klal Yisrael and no community should welcome you lest you stab them in the back.
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northernflame · 23 days
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btw just so y'all zionists pieces of shit know, democratic countries aren't supposed to pass laws that ban news channels that contradict the state power (x)
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spookyvalentine · 7 months
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Report: Recruitment numbers are up!
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‼️🔥ART BY @bonksoundeffect 🔥‼️
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