#junk terror bill now

[madi2112]

Thoughts of Random Randomness #75

I had to cancel an event I was really looking forward to on Friday and it has made me angry.

The event was a volunteer shift at the Lakeland Theater where I was to help as an usher and then get the opportunity to see the holiday production.

I picked out a nice holiday dress and was looking forward to catching a little holiday spirit.

Instead I was forced to work an overtime shift that runs until 2am.

This was neccessary to keep the bills paid like the mortgage, lot payment, utilities, taxes and insurance.

Because the person who is sponging off of me still hasn't contributed a single dollar.

Even though they have more then doubled my utilities bill and has overrun my house with hundreds of boxes, bags, suitcases, person items and general junk.

It's so bad my living room, dinning room, hallways, kitchen, bar and sun room are unusable.

I also hate that I have no privacy, no place to relax, Shiloh has been terrorized by the dog the person brought, and now fleas.

I have no energy to have to deal with conflict and am exhausted by the fact someone can sit and watch someone else work overtime while you contribute nothing.

Something has to change.

And soon.

~Madison

[vampireshmampire]

The Mirror Crack'd From Side to Side (ch 2/8)

Guillermo can't remember the last thirteen years of his life. It has something to do with being found beaten half to death on the side of the road three months ago. Although he’s safe now, living with relatives far from New York, the trauma lingers—physically and mentally—and he’s having trouble putting his pieces back together. Everyone says he just needs to give it time, but he may not have much of that left. The past is catching up, and it’s not going to wait for him to remember it.

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The next day, you go to work, because you told your mother to tell your uncle that you would, and you won’t make a liar out of her.

You do it even though your hands start shaking the second you lock the door behind you. You spend the ten-minute walk jumping at every loud noise—this being the heart of a big city, you practically hop to work.

But you make it in one piece and Uncle Marco is happy to see you.

You spend the day filing, and you don’t think about anything but filing. Fortunately, there is a lot of filing to think of. Uncle Marco inherited the business from his father, whose organizational system was more or less “I know where I put it”. Uncle Marco is not very picky about it, but your cousin Alice is, and she said she’d burn the place down the second she inherited before she spent a quarter of her life tracking down paperwork.

So you file. You go one cabinet at a time. You open each folder and sort through the contents. You separate everything out by company—contractors, subcontractors, materials providers—then by type—purchase orders, contracts, bills of sale—and put them in a new folder with the name of the company on the top. Or, more often, find the already existing folder for that company, and put everything in there. Then, you put that folder in the new cabinet, alphabetizing as you go.

It is a level of mind-numbing tedium you could never have possibly imagined, but your mind could stand to be a little more numb. It’s quiet and solitary and if you need to spend three days curled up in bed because your mind is falling to pieces around you, well. The files aren’t going anywhere.

By the time you go home, your brain has been bored into mush, utterly drained of the energy reserves needed to fuel terror or even mild paranoia. You don’t even flinch when people walk too close.

You dare to allow yourself to feel okay.

Which was just asking for it, really.

You stop to get the mail out of your mailbox. You only do it once a week, because it’s never anything but junk.

When you get to your apartment, you shut the door behind you and dump the mail on the side table, on top of the pile of last week’s mail, which is on top of the pile of mail from the week before. You head for the kitchen, mentally sorting through your available frozen dinner options.

There is a slithering sound behind you. You shut your eyes as the pile of letters cascades off the table and onto the floor in a gratingly comedic mail-valanche.

Something goes thunk.

With everything so helpfully spread across the floor, you can see the small package that had been buried deep in the strata. You pick it up, warily.

The label is handwritten. The stamps on the front say this was sent express delivery, overnight—which was a waste of money, because it also says it was mailed three days ago. The name in the upper corner is Nicoli Bronson. The address is in Jersey City. You’ve long stopped hoping for things to be familiar or trigger a resurgence of memory, but the name doesn’t bring a headache, which is your only real indicator that something ever meant anything to you.

Whoever Nicoli is, he really wanted to make sure nothing happened to the package. It's practically laminated with tape, and after thirty seconds of picking fruitlessly at the edges of the tape, you give up and hack at it with the kitchen scissors until you can get it open.

It's a wallet. Battered but sturdy, dark brown leather, absolutely nothing special or noticeable about it at all. There’s no note, just the wallet. You, innocent little idiot that you are, feel nothing but curiosity as you flip it open.

You drop it like it bit you, backing away so fast you bang your hip on the edge of the counter. The wallet lands open, and your own face stares up at the ceiling from behind the little plastic window.

It’s your wallet.

The wallet you had not had the night you’d been found wandering barefoot and bloody down the side of the road on the outskirts of Queens.

Its absence had convinced the police to dismiss it as a mugging gone wrong, despite the amnesia and dehydration and burns and broken wrist and lacerations and—

You run.

You run into the bathroom and you lock the door and you crawl into the bathtub and yank the curtain shut around you.

After a few seconds, you realize that, even for you, this is a bit of an overreaction. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, you creep back out into the kitchen and stare at the wallet, lying forlornly on the tile floor.

You stare at it for nearly five minutes.

Best case scenario: a good Samaritan found your wallet and decided to return it.

 Problem: the address on the license would be New York, not Denver. Nicoli Bronson would have had to ask someone.

 Which meant the most likely scenario was Nicoli Bronson going to your house or apartment or wooden hut and asked where you were, and someone had told him. Someone there had known.

Somehow, someone outside the family knew where you were.

But if they knew where you were, they must know why you were moving. One day, you’d left to go buy groceries or go for a walk or go to work and had never come home. And someone had gone looking for you, found you, found out what happened to you…

And did nothing.

Didn’t try to get in touch. Didn’t try to help. Didn’t even bother to ask for the last month’s rent.

It should feel implausible. You should be thinking ‘no, that’s ridiculous! Nobody in my life would care that little about me!’

You are not thinking that.

You are thinking that your old life must have been phenomenally shitty, and populated largely, if not entirely, by equally shitty people.

You are thinking that you are so very unsurprised.

You pick up the wallet. You take out the driver’s license without looking and place it face down on the counter.

You examine the wallet itself, first, and you are surprised to realize you remember it. This is not as exciting as it might have been, because it’s from before the mysterious thirteen year gap. You’d spent nearly all of your first Panera Bread paycheck on a real leather wallet.

You remember doing it half because you were so excited to finally have expendable income nobody could guilt you for misspending, and half because you felt—with the awkward pride of someone letting ‘legal adult’ go to their head—you were too grown up for the plastic Jack Skellington one you’d bought at Hot Topic when you were fifteen.

On the lower left corner, barely visible against the dark brown leather, is a small dark stain. You scratch at it with a fingernail, but whatever it is, it’s soaked in deep. It’s impossible to tell what it is. You tell yourself it could be ink. It could be oil.

It’s probably blood.

You empty out the wallet. Fifty dollars cash, debit card, credit card, library card, metrocard, a receipt for—

You do a double take. Yeah. Twenty dollar’s worth of Tide pens.

There are rewards cards and coupons and receipts so old the ink has worn away. You find thirty-seven cents and a ten pence coin.

And then, hidden so deeply in the little pocket behind your driver’s license you nearly miss it, a piece of paper, carefully folded. It’s fancy paper, thick and cream-colored, almost yellow. You can’t tell if that’s age or coloration.

You open it carefully, all the same.

There are only four words, hand written in black ink:

To not kill Guillermo.

You set the paper down and stare at it.

It’s small, although not so small that it hadn’t had to be folded several times to fit it into the little pocket. The handwriting is so beautiful and elegant, with so many loops and swirls that it is almost a work of art. It makes the strangeness of the message all the more absurd.  

Your head throbs, a hot red pulse across the perimeter of the back of your skull like a warning shot across the bow of a ship, but you ignore it.

To not kill Guillermo

To instead beat you within an inch of your life and leave you for dead on the side of the road?

You decide that the note is unrelated. Age of the paper aside, the folded edges are softened by time, the creases bitten too deep to be less than months old before you ever left for Denver. And this was your wallet. This was your note, in your wallet. Someone had written it, and you’d chosen to keep it.

Very carefully, not quite touching the paper, you trace a fingernail over the lines, feeling the curls of the still starkly black ink.

Your face muscles twitch. It’s been so long since it last happened without you making a conscious effort, it takes you several very depressing seconds to realize you’re smiling.

The note makes you happy. It had made you happy then and it makes you happy now.

Having the note had made you happy, but you didn’t want other people to know—whether or not there was a legitimate reason for that is impossible to say. You have been hiding so much for so long that even at 19 you thought you may have forgotten how not to hide.

“I guess I’d be happy if someone decided not to kill me,” you say to yourself, as if that makes any sense.

You dare to pick up the driver’s license and look at the address.

4488 Tremont Lane Staten Island, NY 10311

Staten Island. You lived on Staten Island. You had lived on Staten Island, in a house—no apartment number--with a group of people who didn’t give a shit about you.

The world blurs as your eyes fill with tears. The tears are unexpected—despite all that you’ve been through and all your fear and paranoia, you haven’t cried much.

The droplet that falls free from your face to land with a very soft plap on the plastic is a deep, dark red.

Too late, you realize the hot pain of the headache has made it all the way around from the back of your brain to the front, burning straight into your sinuses.

You drop the little card, and—panicked at the thought of even the slightest damage coming to the first thing to make you smile in what feels like centuries--you jerk open a drawer, and sweep the note inside. You lurch your way to the sink and hang your head over it as the blood comes pouring out. In seconds, the sink is a crime scene, a grizzly monochrome (diachrome?) Jackson Pollock of stainless steel and red.   

You have learned, through trial and error, that all you can do is wait it out. It’ll last for fifteen to thirty minutes, and no amount of nose pinching will make a difference. You can spend that time kicking yourself for being an idiot. It didn’t take long to make the connection between the headaches and your attempts to remember, but you spent the first two weeks turning yourself into a cheap Carrie cosplay every other hour until you figured out that the headaches were only part one.

You’d made a point after that to be careful. You’d let yourself try and remember, but you’d back off when the headaches got past a certain point. You don’t really want to know what happens after nosebleeds.

You’d gotten really good at skirting your limits, right up until you got distracted mooning over a vaguely threatening nonsense note.  

You try to stop thinking about it so you won’t pass out from blood loss. Instead, you think about the worst case scenario, the one you have been trying to ignore, and how plausible it might or might not be.

You pull your phone out of your pocket and, head tilted awkwardly sideways, you google Nicoli Bronson Jersey City. You come up with nothing. There was a Nicoli Bronson in Hoboken, but the photo is as unfamiliar and un-headache inducing as the name.

When your nosebleed stops, you will pack your wallet back up. The post office will be closed, but the Fed Ex down the street will still be open. You’ll take the whole thing down there and send it back, and you’ll include a note.

Wrong Guillermo de la Cruz.

The best-case scenario is a good samaritan.

The worst-case scenario is that whoever had done this to you has found you, and wants you to know it.

#wwdits #guillermo de la cruz #what we blog in the shadows #fic: the mirror crack'd #that's right folks two new chapters in one night! we're on a roll!

[whoaiminactivenowwepa]

The Anti-Terror Bill was only passed yesterday, but it looks like it's already being enforced. More arrests like this will only continue to happen because of this bill.

We, the Filipino people, should not be jailed for activism.

We, the Filipino people, should not be jailed for protesting.

We, the Filipino people, should not be jailed for expressing dissent against our government.

Please spare us your thoughts, prayers, and donations. We are facing injustice and the violation of our basic human rights too. If you would like to help bail these people out of jail, you may contact the people below:

(Translation: We are calling for your help and support to raise funds to bail Piston

...

For bank transfer, please note the hashtag #FreePiston6 as your purpose of transaction)

#junk terror bill #junk terror bill now #philippines #pilipinas #philippine politics #free piston6

[anushbanush]

🎈Mañanita 2020🎈

🌸 Redbubble 🌸 Inprnt 🌸 Kofi 🌸

#PHIndependenceArt2020 #original #original art #mañanita #resist as one #phippines #the philippines #independence day #araw ng kalayaan #junk terror bill now #junk terror bill #plague doctor #jeepney #no to jeepney phaseout #trex #protest #protest art

[toboldlymuppet]

WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED  https://t.co/foi8wjzLAT?amp=1

#junk terror bill #junk terror bill now #vent art #philippines

[chamberbled]

DISSENT ≠ TERRORISM #JunkTerrorBill

Because of the Philippines’ poor governance in the midst of this pandemic, the number of people criticizing the Duterte administration has reached an exponential high. Because of this, they are fast-tracking a bill that allows our government to silence critics and activists, violating our human rights and strengthening state fascism.

As such, we would like to CALL FOR YOUR HELP.

Filipinos are holding an #EmailProtest at 8PM (GMT +8) every day, as a call to #JunkTerrorBill. Petitions mean nothing to the PH Government, so directly emailing them would be more effective.

THE EMAIL

USE BURNER EMAILS. (x) Especially for those living in the country.

SEND TO: [email protected] and [email protected]

SUBJECT: Junk Terror Bill, or Anti-Terror Bill, or Senate Bill No. 1083 (Please use variations for the subject lines to avoid getting emails marked as spam i.e. JUNK T3RR0R B1LL etc.)

BODY TEMPLATE: We urge the rejection of the ‘Anti-Terror Bill’ to protect the fundamental right of Filipinos to freedom of speech.

Feel free to add any concerns / additional information.

You can find compilations of information and updates in this CARRD and more email templates in THIS GDOC.

Please signal-boost this post and the tweets found in the abovementioned links, if you can!

This regime has been violent and oppressive from the start. Help stop the Bill that impedes the rights of the Filipino People.

#philippines #junkterrorbill #junk terror bill #junkterrorbillnow #junk terror bill now #psa #* shut up bee quiet / ooc. #i know i haven't been on here much #but this is really important to me and other filipino roleplayers #we are on the verge of a pseudomartial law #in the middle of a pandemic that our government has done NOTHING about

[genyatheearikado]

UP Cebu students are stranded in their campus by the police and arrested without charges. All because they were peacefully protesting against the Anti-Terrorism Bill. POLICE STORMED IN AND ARRESTED STUDENTS FOR PROTESTING. THEY ARRESTED THEM WITHOUT PROPER CHARGES AND WHEN THE POLICE WERE QUESTIONED WHAT CHARGE, THEY SIMPLY SAID, "There are no charges yet." THEY WERE TREATED LIKE CRIMINALS.

KEEP IN MIND THAT THE PHILIPPINE MILITARY AND POLICE ARE NOT ALLOWED IN ANY UP CAMPUS. THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED INSIDE WITHOUT PROPER PERMISSION FROM UP THEMSELVES.

DO YOU SEE WHY WE NEED TO JUNK THE TERROR BILL ?!!!?!

#philippines #junk terror bill now #junk terror bill

[trashy-artzy]

Our country is facing injustice

Stand up & fight for our rights ✊

JUNK TERROR BILL: https://junkterrorbill.carrd.co/ - Sign a petition/Email protest

#junkterrorbill #junk terror bill now #fight for rights #digital art #my trash

[justmyopinionnn]

Piste. Haha. Di pa kasama dyan yung loan nitong June lang. Haha. San na po napunta???

#philippines oppressed #pray for the philippines #philippines #philippine government #philippine loan #oustduterte #oustdu30 #oustyouknowwho #junkterrorbillnow #junkterrorbill #junk terror bill now #junk terror bill

[stn-ddsimeon-askblog]

"How many followers you got?" "69" "ay you know what that means!" "I don't have enough for a revolution"

Satan: We already have 380 followers by now, and while we still don't have enough followers to start a revolution, this has to be said:

Simeon:

BLACK LIVES MATTER

Satan: Yes, you heard that right. Now, if you see any problem with this, I kindly ask you to unfollow us and go fuck yourselves. 🙂

Simeon: What Satan meant is please educate yourselves on this matter and put yourselves in OUR shoes. This is not the time to stay silent, nor is it the time to be ignorant about what is happening.

Satan: We will attach links below on how to further help with this movement.

Simeon: Yes, please lend us a helping hand! It would mean so much to us. To everyone who is fighting for a just cause, please stay safe and take care, little lambs! 💖

_________________________

🎉: hello, mun two here. i'm speaking on behalf of mun one (who's on break) and myself!

we have seen the things going on around lately and have decided to extend our support here, even though it will only reach a small audience.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE WAYS TO HELP THE BLACK LIVES MATTER MOVEMENT !!

i'm also here to ask for a small favor that would mean a lot to us, filipinos.

in a few days time, a bill will be passed as law that can harm our freedom of speech and expression as citizens, if used in the wrong way.

i apologize for my poor explanation as i am quite affected by the things happening, but i've attached links below to explain our situation, and also a few ways on how to help us.

i'd like to say thank you in advance for those who have read this far and have decided on helping. it means a lot to us.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO ON PH TERROR BILL !!

once again, i wish safety for those who are fighting for freedom against oppression and discrimination !! take care 💖

#BLACK LIVES MATTER #JUNK TERROR BILL #BLACK LIVES FUCKING MATTER #JUNK TERROR BILL NOW #obey me ask blog #obey me asks #obey me satan #obey me simeon #yes they said that #we said that #wake up people #thank you for your time

[darkacademiablr]

PLEASE STOP SCROLLING. This is important, urgent, and about the the human rights of Filipinos.

Only yesterday, the Anti-terror Bill was signed into law by the Philippine president. If the law is implemented, it practically removes people’s human rights and subjects citizens to more oppression from the government. There are already COUNTLESS forms of economic and governmental oppression present, which you can see through sources below. This law makes our present situation unbearably worse. Nobody is talking about this law on mainstream media outside of the country.

Here is a master list of sources about inequalities in the Philippines, both present and historical. All news articles are in English. Even if you are not Filipino, please still self-educate, REBLOG to spread awareness, and search up ways you can help. Sadly, I am afraid to share links to things such as petitions and donation drives because of the new law. However, I implore you to help one way or another. I know I can count on the academia community to listen and help us. Thank you.

Free Documentaries 

COVID-19 Response: The Atom Araullo Specials: COVID-19: Nang Tumigil Ang Mundo | Full Episode

This documentary is in Filipino but is still useful in understanding Philippine context during the pandemic. Please be prepared to witness the lack of government initiative and the struggles of socioeconomically disadvantaged Filipino citizens. For instance, this documentary includes how workers in the National Capital Region who live in provinces struggle to return to their homes due to poor transportation systems and abrupt government decisions. Regardless of whether or not you are able to understand the language, this documentary sufficiently showcases what is currently taking place in the Philippines in terms of the lack of medical supplies, government aid, and economic preparedness. Moreover, captured are the abuses of power due to Community Quarantine provisions (i.e. public humiliation of curfew-breakers, etc.)

Martial Law in Philippine History: BATAS MILITAR: Martial Law Under President Ferdinand E. Marcos Full Documentary

This is a historical documentary in Filipino. It aims to shed light on the Marcos Regime, wherein uncountable atrocities and abuses took place. This dictatorship is integral to learning about the previous injustices Filipino citizens suffered in the past and what the current Constitution intends to avoid from happening again. 

The Current Regime’s Extrajudicial Killings: Duterte's Drug War (full film) | FRONTLINE

This documentary is in English and has English subtitles. This is still happening today. This documentary depicts brutality on suspected drug users and seller. You will notice that those targeted are often from low socioeconomic classes. In the Philippines, the impoverished are subject to fear of being suspected as a “drug user” or “drug pusher” without their right to due process. There are more news articles on this below.

Education & Poverty (These were not made within the context of COVID-19. However, they contextualize economic inequalities in the Philippines as is, without the pandemic effects just yet. Hence, these documentaries are good for empathizing with citizens and understanding how bad economic inequality is in the Philippines.)

I-Witness: "Iskul Ko, No. 1!," a documentary by Sandra Aguinaldo (full episode) - in Filipino

I-Witness: 'Pag-asa sa Pagbasa,' dokumentaryo ni Kara David (full episode) - in Filipino

Investigative Documentaries: PAAralan (TREADucation) - in Filipino but has English Subtitles

The Philippines' Baby Factory | 101 East - in English

Fallen Angels. True cost of sex tourism: Philippine’s fatherless kids of Angeles City Streetwalkers - in English

Articles on Anti-Terror Bill: Republic Act No. 11479

Duterte signs 'dangerous' anti-terror bill into law - Rapple

Philippines: New Anti-Terrorism Act Endangers Rights …

The Act itself: House Bill - House of Representatives

Human Rights lawyer Diokno tells lawmakers: Focus on COVID-19, not on anti-terror bill

Duterte signs into law the controversial anti-terrorism bill

Anti-terrorism bill problematic even under the best gov't leaders

Bangsamoro leaders urge President Duterte to veto Anti ...

Articles on COVID-19 Response in the Philippines 

COVID-19 Response Budget (read for how funds are gathered)

Where did funds from 2019, 2020 budgets for coronavirus …

Big cuts in infra, education budgets to fund COVID-19 dole ..

TIMELINE: The COVID-19 response money trail

WB sees PH poverty worsening in COVID-19 recession ...

Community Quarantine Abuses 

Philippine Children Face Abuse for Violating COVID-19 Curfew

During coronavirus lockdown: Abused women, children more ...

Child abuse cases triple while PHL cities on Covid-19 lockdown

Rising cases of violence, abuse on women, children noted ...

Elder abuse increased during COVID-19 pandemic — CHR ...

Articles on the Drug War

'Do not be fooled:' Groups say panel probing drug war deaths 'damage control'

Philippines' 'War on Drugs' | Human Rights Watch

Duterte's drug war is wildly popular, despite thousands dead ...

Court verdict: Cops lied, Kian delos Santos helplessly killed

Philippines drug war: Police guilty of murdering Kian Delos ...

UN Rights Council to Investigate Killings in Philippine Drug War

UN Rights Office Criticizes 'Impunity' and 'Systematic' Violence ...

Disclaimer!

Some of these are old and some are new. This should be a starting point for self-education, not the whole picture. I chose these documentaries and articles based on how truthful their depiction is of Philippine issues. I do operate under limitations such as the minimal access to free documentaries and the number of news articles that are as unbiased as they can possibly get. However, I believe there are truths in these sources and it is our responsibility to digest this information as carefully as possible. I did cross-check this information from credible news sources, apart from documentaries which are highly limited as compared to news articles. As a student myself, I do not claim that these sources are perfect. I understand there are still biases and that there could be objective errors. If so, please message me so we can talk and address these errors. These sources were grouped into a master list for the sake of spreading awareness on Philippine issues, so let’s do our best to ensure the quality of this information.

#academia #junkterrorbill #covid-19 #dark academia #movies #movie #article #philippines #urgent #quarantine #covidquarantine #terror bill #junk terror bill now #mass testing now #mass testing now ph #books #news #self-education #student #college #studyblr #petition #donate

[airiprsk]

The Terror Bill is now an official law in the Philippines. I, myself do not live there however to everybody that does, I’m genuinely sorry about what we did wasn’t enough to stop this from happening. The link above will show information about what the Terror Bill is in case anybody needs information about it. They’re taking away their FREEDOM OF SPEECH. It’s absolutely disgusting and we need non Filos to help spread this around so we can hopefully bring an end to this.  

#junk terror bill #junk terror bill now #junkterrorbillnow #veto terror bill

[whoaiminactivenowwepa]

A wonderful Twitter thread by Philstar, perfectly explaining why we gotta oust Pres Duterte

Couldn't fit the whole thing here. This is just some of the highlights.

Check out the full thread

#pilipinas #philippines #junk terror bill #junk terror bill now #oust duterte #philstar #philippine politics #abs-cbn #twitter #yes to abs-cbn franchise

[angxlynaa]

#philppines #junk terror bill now #junkterrorbill #activism is not terrorism

[kinikxluna]

There are many ways you can protect your freedom!

#Junk Terror Bill #Junk Terror Bill Now #Mass Testing Now #Oust Duterte #Rise as One

[ging-gum]

a little handwritten note for our lovely president 🥰🥴😍🤩

#antifa #duterte you are scum #junk terror bill now #oust duterte now